New Face Mask Supply

To protect me from flu-carrying humans I have protection. Ha-ha.


I found my single-bed electric blanket stored in the closet, which I forgot about -- so I don't have to buy a new one. I threw away the old electric blanket as it quit working and I don't want it to start a fire and burn me up in my bed. The single-bed one kept me (and some certain fat cats) warm last night when temps dropped into the 20s. It just covers my huge bed, even though it's not the right size. The wall heater doesn't heat the entire apartment; only the living room area. The bedrooms get cold. The heat just doesn't get to them. And that is why I call the builders of these apartments SCUM. The window panes are double-paned, however, so I give them credit for that -- but not much. In any event, I was "snug as a bug in a rug" to coin the trite phrase.


Little Tiger Cat poses in the foreground of the electric blanket.
I have a doctor's appt. with a diabetes nutritionist this morning to find out what to eat. Although I've been doing quite a lot of research on this already. Yesterday, as suggested by my friend Alissa whose husband is diabetic, I bought a zero chloresterol milk at the supermarket called Almond Milk. It's the milk of almonds and, seriously, it tastes just like real milk. The product is called Almond Breeze by Blue Diamond products. And the price was not insane. Less than a half a gallon of real milk. And almonds are good for your health.

"Our deliciously smooth nondairy beverage is now in the refrigerated dairy case. Calcium enriched Almond Breeze®, available in Original, Chocolate, Vanilla, and Unsweetened Vanilla has no saturated fat, no cholesterol, and half the calories of 1% milk. Pour it on cereal, drink it by the glass, or add it to your favorite fruit smoothie."

Yeah, sure it's weird ass progressive diet shit, but I gotta eat this swill to keep my damn health up so I can keep bringing yawl weird ass links. I would love to drank real milk on my cereal, but the temptation to die is low. That's what I deserve for becoming a fat bitch. But one day I will be slim again. Only thing I be scared about is having sagging flesh after the weight loss. The only way to beat that scare is to exercise muscles -- the idea of which bores the crap out of me. I'm an old dinosaur lets face it. Most of the celebs I like are dead and buried, along with my fav TV shows. Its a world for the young. But it's nice the media has begun saying age 50 is still "young." Whatever. At least I know now How to Survive a Heart Attack When Alone (baby boomers).

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