170s, Rebbl, Recess, Tyrany, Printer, Ben Gay & Idiocracy

12 hours ago
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💕 Today's interest... I was starving yesterday and kept eating this and that against my Will's instructions. I was hoping I was still in the 170s when I woke up. I was. 179.6 - that leaves .4 which is what I normally lose in weight on a perfect day when I only drink liquids and hit about 1500 small movement exercises. I twirl my arms straight out one way 100 times, backwards 100 times, twist my body 100 times low, high, whatever feels good, lift my legs 100 times, repeat, you get the idea. Nothing strenuous or that requires me to leave the comfort of my room, something I can do as I microwave my coffee, about a jillion times per day.

I can drink coffee, unlimited, water, hydrogen water, Rebbl protein drinks, Recess Mood drinks, pretty much any liquid, take my supplements, not diet pills, stuff like vitamins, potassium, cell food drops, magnesium, copper, probiotics, vegetable essences, fruit essences, shilajit, I have a million different ones I've bought and tried over the past few years and settled on my favorites, oxygen, cell salts, binders, removers, plus all kinds of fancy liquids and balms I put on my feet, hands, legs, arms, body, like Apricot Oil, and a special little jar some lady who specializes in herbs makes, that has her magic formula of shea butter, and I forget what in it, but feels really good, and magnesium cream for my feet, which I put all over, and which puts me into a deep sleep at night, and don't forget Ben Gay, my staple because my body always hurts. I spend so much time in my chair writing - my brain is a relentless dictator and pushes me on to the next task it has in mind.

We've operated under it's tyranny now for decades, I'm just like that, personality wise. A big part of it is because I saw my beloved Robin, my late husband, work in this same fashion and I worked beside him like this for a decade. Now, I do it because it keeps him right there with me as I walk alone until we meet back up in Heaven. It comforts me. But. Hence. Ben Gay.

I bought a new printer today. My old printer was perfectly fine until the people who created it decided I had to use THEIR ink and THEIR paper. I was using their expensive, did I say bloody expensive, INK anyway. Then they got greedy and decided I needed to use THEIR paper as well. Well, I don't and I don't feel like messing with their idiocracy any longer and it has set there for the past 4 years gathering dust. So I bought a new one.

My need for a printer is because I am now hitting 800 short-stories on my website. What if it crashes? What if some idiot designer of the service decides to do something that causes me to LOSE my precious blood, sweat, and tears, (think Ben Gay). SO, I need a new printer to counter the idiocy of the old printer makers and to anticipate the idiocy of the website owners. I hate the world. Seriously, I do. If people would just be good...

Well, once I start printing out my stories so I have them on paper, that will lead, I know me, to my actually taking the time to put them into books for sale. It's about time. I'm about 4 books behind right now. It's too much fun to do micro-exercises, take supplements that sound interesting, read my books, write my stories, and occasionally go out into the wild blue yonder so I have new stories to think up. Yay!!! New Printer!!!

I looked up the ingredients in the shea balm the lady makes: Arnica flowers, White Willow Bark, St. John's Wart, Almond Oil, Shea butter, and essential oils. And this is short-story 806. xo

Written April 13, 2026 at 6:09 pm