JPEG GHOST

 Man I am TIREDT. We've gotten busy with deaths and I have to deal with a 5-hours-or-more funeral tomorrow, on what was supposed to be my day off.
I had to babysit an ENTIRE FUNERAL HOME that was not the one I work at, but similarly owned by my employer, while the director was gone. For about 3.5 hours I sat there and looked at Jojo's Bizarre Adventure memes. No families came in, no calls, just me and the empty funeral home. It's a narrow two-story building that likely used to be a house, and when everyone is downstairs, footsteps are heard upstairs. When I'm upstairs, I hear stuff downstairs. It scares some of the workers, but for me, I mostly get annoyed because I assume someone came in and I didn't hear the doorbell. When I was locking up for the night and turning off all the lights, an alarm went off in the morgue so I had to run back and hope that the Return of the Living Dead wasn't playing out in the funeral home. VERY FUNNY, GHOSTS.

I got a nightstand on sale and I love it, I finally have a place to put the books I read before bed. If only I had a lamp to put on it ... I may take pictures if I can find one.

A few nights ago Alex and I made some prohibition cocktails and they were gooooood... I had "The Last Word", which is mostly gin and green chartreuse. It was a delightful celadon green, and I sucked it down very quickly. It's going to be on our cocktail list for the prohibition party!

This post isn't super exciting because nothing fun has really happening, my life has just been studying :(

Me and my boyfriend were gym bros before this whole quarantine thing began. He used to be a personal trainer before he entered healthcare, so he's been coaching me through deadlifting. I need it when I'm hoisting 400lb+ bodies on gurneys.
But now that the petri dishes called gyms are closed, we have been doing SOVIET WORKOUTS: AKA, lifting gallons of water, boxes of multi-gallons, and bags of potatoes. We do it in the corner of the patio looking like a bunch of buffoons, but will we look like buffoons when we can physically punch the Covid away, or shake it down for its lunch money?

I've been obsessed with myulchi bokkeum lately; miniature Korean anchovies fried with soy nuts. It's apparently a drinking snack, but I just have been shoving it down my gullet at every opportunity. I'm not Korean, but Alex is half so I get to try all these unique foods from his mom when I visit. Nothing else can make you feel like a human vulture when you floss, picking tiny fish bones out of your teeth.

We've been with Alex's parents a lot, lately; Being a male-male couple deep in the heart of Texas, with him being half Asian during a time of anti-Asian racism because of the corona, his parents have been worried about an increase in hate crimes and want us to stay with them. When in stores with Alex, people have visibly eyed him as if he had a miasma of Covid around him; it doesn't help that his allergies are horrible and make him sneeze up storms. Luckily no one has started anything with us, but I've been on guard. SIGH.

When our apartment together is ready after all this Covid nonsense, we're going to be having a prohibition party to break in the new chapter in our lives and ... Y'know. Entertain the masses. We spent some time looking at alcohol in an old recipe book for the party and I'm tickled by some of the advertisements.



Pictured: Me