Would 29 hours a day change anything

My ankle hurts.
I don’t know if it hurts because I’m old, or because I did something to it or both.
I’ll give it another month of keeping it iced and lifted when I can.
I’m leaning towards Vegas for my birthday but I’m worried about overspending.
There is a chance I could recoup a lot with the right bet but you still gotta bet and you will likely lose instead.
I’ll decide for sure which way I lean on 8/1 and then stick with that decision after that.
I don’t know if I should stay where I am or consider moving to San Diego still.
I can’t remember now if I always wanted to live there or if someone I knew did so I absorbed that want for myself.
I feel like I’ll know better how much since it makes after my birthday, to up and relocate because that means finding a new gig too.
I wonder under which circumstances I’d ever need to speak to or of the monster again.
This last exchange has left me with feelings of hate but I know underneath that there are unresolved issues that probably don’t have anything to do with him directly.
The day I delete all of the stupid reminders of him will be the day I for sure don’t love the character I created out of him anymore, and I honestly don’t know when that day will be sadly.
I’d like to go to the theme parks in So Cal with my kid at Christmas and I’m nervous about the cost.
The end of year price hike on everything will mean the trip is shabby chic at best but things sell out so quickly, as everyone wants to buy the same memories.
I’ll check prices after my birthday and find the most economical plan, I just want to spend time with the kid, it makes me happy and is worth the price.
This apron belly situation is wild.
When I’m standing from the front and the side I look like a normal person but as soon as I sit down I look like I have an inner tube around my waist. Sheesh. I’m sure there are all sorts of things I could do to change myself but who knows what trouble it might be keeping me out of on the low.
Do I have it in me to work harder just to make more money I wonder.
I think I would hate that more than being poor if I am honest.
That is what new year’s is for- I’ll reconsider how I want to spend 2026 when its closer.
I’m so grateful that I can afford glasses to wear.
All of this would matter to me less if I couldn’t see it but not being able to see means not driving and we can’t not drive.
I wonder if I should get new glasses after my birthday? It might be time.
I’m nervous that my car, The Silver Surfer, might only make it another year or so and where am I going to get the money to buy a new space car? Maybe I’ll win enough in Vegas to get a used cheap one or maybe I’ll spend and drink too much there and live to regret it. Again. No telling yet.
Thinking about dating depresses me.
What would companionship really offer me? A bedroom in San Diego with someone who lives there already who will eventually get shitty at me and I have to move into some creepy hovel?
An extra wallet to use for the dumb ass things I want to surround myself with that mimic company better than the real thing?
Only time will tell about it all… right?