I slept like absolute shit last night, because of a few reasons.
First, Jenn heard on the news that a bunch of grain-free dog foods are now being suspected of causing dogs to develop heart disease and ultimately die. Now guess what we’ve been feeding Stella since we got her. As if that doesn’t bother me enough, we’ve gone this route of more expensive, supposedly healthier dog foods because we fed our last two dogs nothing but the cheapest stuff and they both died of cancer, so we figured we’d try going the expensive route to give this dog a better life. Looks like we’ve just been signing her up for a different type of early death though. Son of a bitch. To complicate matters further, we’ve found Stella gets diarrhea from most other brands of dog food, which is obviously no good but it looks like we’ve got to start trying some other brands and put her through a bunch of runny shits until we find one that does not give her the trots (why is it called ‘the trots,’ anyway?) and doesn’t clog up her poor, pure, loving little heart.
So that was weighing on my mind. Then I got an email which is either a scam or a legit ransom scheme that has me more worried than it should. See, everything the email says is complete bullshit (eg, claims to have filmed me with my own webcam when I’ve had duct tape over it since I bought this computer several years ago, that sort of thing), except the email does correctly state the password to a few of my online accounts. The particular password is an old one that I don’t use anymore so I don’t really care if someone knows it, but my concern is that if they know that password, they might know the other more critical ones. So that kept me up a lot of the night too.
*note* I just looked this scam up and like I suspected, the scammer must have infiltrated the website of one of the old forums I used to frequent, got the emails and forum passwords of all the users there, and sent out a mass email in the hopes of someone falling for it. I now feel better about ignoring the whole thing.
*another note* I just realized that the password the scammer got is from my Amazon account that I never use. That’s a big deal, hacking a huge company like that. I expected better security from Amazon. Time to send them an earful.
*one more note* I just tried contacting Amazon about this and it made my browser crash, including this blog post. Holy hell, everyone seems to love Amazon but I fucking hate them. I think their format is cumbersome and unintuitive, shit is never as cheap as I imagine it will be, and now their site conveniently prevents me from complaining about them allowing my personal information to be hacked. Amazon is a piece of shit.
Anyway, on top of those worrisome things, I had bad dreams about performing a show as a two-piece theater/musical group with my old pal Justin, but he was somehow also the old local bully who jumped me at the corner store when I was 14, Rob. So I was secretly terrified of this Rob/Justin hybrid, and REALLY nervous about how our performance was going to go since I didn’t have the slightest idea what we were doing.
Because of this stuff, I kept waking up throughout the night and when I woke up at 2:30 am, I had a restless arms episode — it’s the same as restless leg syndrome but I get it in my arms sometimes. I tried to ignore it because I hate getting up and possibly disturbing Jenn but it was really severe so I had to get up and go do push-ups until the feeling was gone.
Then I woke up this morning and I realized I hadn’t closed the chicken pen last night like I meant to — I think my youngest hen, Sandy, has started laying in hidden spots so I need to keep them in the pen for a day or two to re-train her to lay in the nesting box. I woke up at 6:30 this morning to the sound of them out and about in the yard like usual, and I kicked myself for being so forgetful.
What’s that, five things that gave me a fretful, anxious night of shitty sleep? That’s dreadful. I better put on some serious chillwave this morning and C H I L L T H E F O U T
or maybe some Napalm Death, instead.