My mother has always said, “Nothing good ever happens after midnight”, and she is right. Me. I am the “nothing good” portion. My ankle has disrupted my sleep pattern to the extent that it basically screams, “If I can’t sleep, you can’t either”. It’s super bossy and terribly bitchy.
In the wee hours of the morning, I spend my time reading and contemplating my life choices. Kidding. Actually, I theorize the demise of our society and dream about a life where people aren’t incredibly gullible. That’s like believing unicorns and butterflies will be flying out of my ass.
Did you know that 38 percent of the American population, when asked, won’t buy Corona beer because of the name similarity to the deadly virus, while 16 percent are confused on whether the beer is related to the coronavirus? Are these the same people who ate the Tide pods? Also, 14 percent, who would normally purchase Corona, won’t do it in public. The chances of getting the flu are much higher. And don’t even get me started on the ridiculous face masks. That isn’t going to save you and it inhibits the ability to enjoy an icy, cold Corona beer with a tangy lime.
The reality is that the more information we have at our finger tips, the dumber society becomes. That is the real epidemic that everyone avoids discussing. In the meantime, I am hoping for a nap and maybe a Corona later along with avoiding humans. It’s Saturday and I have goals.