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The scream-yourself-to-death shot

b1-66er: Vaccine today.

I'm the tiniest tiniest bit nervous about it.

Special K: Understandable. Can you identify why?

b1: 1. It's out in public, which I don't do. If you're in Scorpion Manor, you don't get Cv.

K: 1. Yeah. At our vax site, I was around more people than I'd been around in a year. 

b1: 2. There's the SMALL chance I could react to the vaccine (if I don't jab chemicals into my body, nothing happens -- I've proven that EVERYDAY for YEARS ... and you better believe they haven't cross tested it with obscure MS oral meds).

K: Yes.

b1: 3. It means I'm going to have to actually quit acting like an expert on every goddamn thing and live a real life...

K: You're good at that.

b1: {was good at it, mmmmaaaayyybe.}

... So:

Get a passport and license plates and fix the kitchen floor and arrange to see my mom and rebalance my retirement accounts and learn a foreign language and start gathering my writing and begin more seriously reading and get the exercise bike fixed and figure out why I'm leaning so heavily to the right when I'm walking on my cane and go to the dentist to repair the two chipped teeth and set up an appointment with my GP.

All this giving me less time to meditate and clear my mind.

That kinda stuff.

K: Oh yeah. I definitely hear you on all that kind of stuff.