Scramblin', Ramblin', Meandering, Sickening Super Bowl, Birthday Sunday Read at Your Own Risk

I CAN'T SLEEP. What else is new. I never have. I could have one of those really expensive mattresses and I'd still toss and turn, the story of my life. SUNDAY MORNING. It's freezing. I'm cold. A birthday today that I don't care about wheich is the case after you reach a certain age. You know the drill. 'm just trying to reach a few more years so I can see a few more things and have a few extra bags of coffee. That's my new vodka, Peets coffee, which is good because I can't go eat at my favorite Chinese food place in Chinatown because of you know what. I used to go there and eat and take care of my miserables and stuff. It was good food, cheap and nobody bothered me, that's what great about a hole in the wall place in Chinatown, they don't bother you. Naturally, now, I can't hang out there anymore until the virus takes a hike. I won't hold my breath. I'M UP. It's still dark outside. There's no paper (I'm one of the 2 people on the pl,anet that still read a newspaper) --even the Chronicle is bearable on a Sunday. I used to read the NY Times, looked forward to picking it up but now it costs like, what? About the price of decent used car, so I had to cancel that vice too, no Chinese food joint and no NY Times, back to reading movire reviews and the sports page. Sunday fun day, my ass. STILL COLD AND MISERABLE. Super Bowl Sunday, I'll give a glance because I have to watch, it's like sacreligious not to but it's hard because I hate and despise both teams so I'll be pissed off no matter who wins. Besides too, since the Raiders moved (again) I really don't give shit about pro football anymore, what a waste of time, yeah, pass the dip and here's your chip, sounds just great. Hell no. MY typoes suck, yes mainly because I don't have a spell check on this shitty computer. I need a new computer but don't have to cash to buy a new one so there. It's a drag too because this new set-up on my goo-goo (whatever) is aout as crappy as it gets, I can't figure it out. What else is now? Nothing, everything's the same. It always is. Birthday? Oh god, what further depression. I need a birthday now as much as I need a donut. And with time, it gets worse. I used to love birthdays now I dread them, the only thing worse is being forced to listen to the "Ronn Owens Report." One day, not now, I'll go into detail about my hatred for Ronn and his crappy reports, whcih are really Paul Harney ripoffs. Ronn is no Paul Harvey, hell he's nty even the car guy, Mike Harvey. Yeah, I'm bitter, breaking news. it's barely past 5 in the morning and I'm hungry and starved for coffee but the 7-11 isn't open yet and it's pitch dark outside. A perfect metaphor for my life now, and YOU THOUGHT YOU were depressed? Ha! I'm freezing my ass off, it's cold and I'm writing a blog on Sunday for my readers and mulling a football game I don't really give a shit about and fake (few) birthday wishes from mostly people on Facebook I don't know nor ever even met. I know that Facebook birthday greetings were a scam when a tomato can wished me a happy birthday, seriously, what a pack of shit that is. Anyway, I digress, I'm officially tired and irritated and I can't go back to sleep because I can't sleep. Irritation overdrive, what a great life. Yeah, I got your Super Bowl and birthday right here. Have a nice day.