When I first went back to work, the guy I started with hadn’t turned up. Later that day we find out he is having a Covid test. Yesterday we found out he got a positive result. I had been working with him for over two weeks leading up to Christmas. So my Princeling and I need to get a test. I’ve now had a test twice in the last couple of weeks or so. I’m more convinced than ever that I have it. My cough isn’t half as bad but I can still tell my lungs aren’t right.
We managed to get a test for 9am this morning. Now we have to isolate until we get the result. I’ll be genuinely surprised if I don’t have it. Given the damage to my immune system that the grief has done, if this is a cold I’m surprised I’ve not ended up really ill.
Our results both came back negative. Something I suppose. I felt some relief when I got the result but not as much as you might have thought. I’m soul tired. I don’t have much fight left in me any more. I’ve been fire fighting on so many levels ever since I lost My Lady. This job isn’t paying enough and I have no idea how things will play out. It’s more than possible that my workplace may close. If that happens, then it’s game over for us.
On Thursday the most crazy thing happened in the US. Trump had wound up his supporters so much they stormed the Senate and White House! They actually managed to break in without much trouble. Confederate flags abound along with MAGA hats and flags. The biggest bunch of retarded bigots you’ve ever seen in modern times.
The below image sums it up.
In the end, four people lost their lives. Insane. Trump has become even more unhinged, if that’s even possible. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and others have all permanently banned his accounts. The Democrats are looking to impeach him for a second time. At least that way, he won’t be able to run for President again in 2024. Various authorities are starting investigations in to his financial dealings. Scotland are even investigating him for money laundering.
The scene in DC was straight out of a movie. A bad, poorly written movie. Just the fact that they were able to get into the White House without being shot, is incredible. Biden made a good point in one of his speeches denouncing the violence. The disparity in the force used in the BLM protests, which were peaceful I might add, was shocking. Incredible that the new President elect slammed the poor treatment of black people by the authorities. Some Trumptards even had the door held open for them when they were “escorted” from the White House. The whole thing looked like a coup de-tat and it looks like there might even be treason charges for some. I really hope Trump is one of them.
That night, Robb Flynn did an electric happy hour after all. We were on Zoom already as Robb had said there would be no happy hour this week. His mother is going into a home and he is clearing out her house. See? How many celebrities share stuff like that?
So after a while Rob and Jmac, the bassist, start jamming songs off of the “And Justice For All” album by Metallica. Straight away I ask for my favourite off that album, “Shortest straw.
As soon as Robb saw my request, he went straight into it. Legend. A couple of hours later, after the show, we all unmute our mic’s (We never left Zoom during the show) and carried on with our UN meeting. I thoroughly enjoyed myself all night. Much needed. I think it was around half three when I finally went to bed.
The Iraqi lad (Mr Milk from now on) said he would take us on a tour of Amman on Zoom this afternoon. How cool is that? He took us to a chill spot of his where he goes to watch the sunset. Luckily, it was actually sunset when he arrived there so we watched it with him. Crazy watching this live when you’re cooking at lunchtime.
Mr Milk is a lovely guy. Early twenties, son of an oil investor and not short of a penny or two. Despite his affluent life, he is very humble and always wants to help his friends. He is so funny too. 16 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms… Jeez, how the other half live. We hassled him into showing us around and he was embarrassed the whole time. Like I said, very humble and a lovely guy.
Once we’ve eaten and cleared the kitchen down, I decide to play some Modern Warfare Warzone. A few headcases play it so I joined them. My Princeling has installed it now too and we were going to play together. Only my PC decides to start being a dick again. I’ve had a good run with this one. It must be 5-6 years old by now. I give up, uninstall it and leave it downloading again overnight. 84gb… Crazy.
So I’m now in bed finishing off this blog. I still have no idea if I should publish little blogs or not. Doesn’t matter really I guess, I’m not trying to please any fans.
Up at 6:30am. Lets see how long I overthink my empty bed tonight…
Night friends. x
Just as I’m about to hit publish, I realise that it’s now the 11th. 11 months to the day since I lost My Lady. Unbelievable… Fuck… My… Life…
The Life and Times of Lord Crookedhorn. 