Ok it's time to take a look into the future. Let's see what the post to social media from myself, friends and family might look like in the year 2020.
January 2, 2020 12:30 pm. Hangovers suck.
February 11, 2020 3 am Happy Birthday. Here's hoping you don't need a hoover cab to get home! (or maybe that you will)
April 1, 2020 7 am Okay, i'll be marrying husband number 5 as soon as the divorce from number 4 is final. Happy April Fool's Day! Don't worry I don't have brain damage, no weddings in the future.
October 31, 2020 Happy Halloween! Time to change out of my bitch persona and turn into something festive like a goblin. Shorty is not so short anymore but she still loves to dress up and see how many people she can get to bend to her will.
December 31, 2020
Another year has passed, and still nothing major has happened unless you count being happy for the entire year.
There is one thing everyone, no mattter how neat has in common. It is the junk drawer, it's contents are often random but sometimes they can say something about the owner. What does mine say about me? Not a lot since it's contents are rarely used even though it is opened often when searching for items that are lost.
There are several things that I rely on daily, but finding something I cannot live without was difficult. The fact is that I have lived a number of things that are often taken for granted, some luxury, some not so much of a luxury.
Chores are never ending but there is one that I hate more than most. It has nothing to do with the manual labor involved, there is little. It can even be done with a stool to sit on, lean or otherwise add comfort to the chore.
My favorite room no longer exists, it is my office. It is no longer a separate room or even tucked into a corner. The ideal is having my office space back, it includes a customized desk and all my creature comforts.
I will find a coffee pot that fills itself to continual provide much-needed caffeine and software that types what I am thinking to give my fingers a rest as typing by voice never works for me because of the accent.
The door will have an alarm to alert to those that would interrupt while I am deep in thought. There are no phone jacks or signals from cell towers.
My office is the one room that no one enters as I enjoy the books, notebooks, and other office supplies that fill the room.