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So there I was, at 9am, ready for a phone interview that never came. Not that I was totally fooled, I had my suspicions. But hey, I got a lot done. I finished my phone script questions for future interviews, tweaked my resume, all while forcibly listening to Jewel. My wife likes her, and I do too, but just not her music.

As I sat there, waiting for the call that never came, I couldn't help but think, "Is this some kind of cosmic joke?" Here I am, trying to land a job, and instead, I'm getting a free concert from an artist I didn't exactly choose to listen to. Jewel's still playing, and now she's channeling Christina Aguilera. I'm done.

It was -15 below zero this morning. I should have waited for the call outside instead of listening to all this.  So 90's...   Hey, here's your PSA for the day: don't eat a cold salami cheese sandwich slathered with mayonnaise, and Fritos at 12am prior. My GI tract was heaving acid lava all the way up my throat for the rest of the night. Needless to say, I'll try not to repeat that again anytime soon. As you can guess, I didn't sleep well last night.

Now, I'm an older guy. How old? None of your damned business, lol. So whatever Mother Nature does to this body, I must fight off with all my older being. This seasoned guy here—hey, I like that term! —must keep up with the self-care routine in sobriety, because I sure as hell didn't have one before. Routines like taking my medicines EXACTLY as the doctor prescribes, checking in with my doctor in Marion, doing minimal exercise (trying to do better here), meditating on good stuff (not porn, just kidding), journaling, and reading my BB.

As for journaling, I am inspired by Ronald Reagan. That man kept a daily diary his entire 8 years as President. I read he sometimes wrote 2-3 sentences for a daily entry, but the fact is he wrote every day. Very cool. Reagan would revisit his past journal entries often. I think in the end, Alzheimer's or dementia finally got him, not sure which. Damn, that's my worst nightmare.  Anyway, The Reagan Diaries inspired me to journal every day.

Back to that butthole scammer—still trying to figure out what he gained from all that back and forth we did. Never got my personal nor financial information, never asked. How weird. The day went pretty well for me. Now hanging out with Fred, my dog, and just chilling. Now the wife's watching Tammy for the 5th time.. That will wrap this blog for today, my fellow misfits. Stay sober and stay hopeful. See you tomorrow, Gabriel