Rosa and me spent a lot of our time yesterday loitering down at Fat Albert's convenience store until the big storms rolled in. I was excited all day about the weather and was driving Rosa crazy talking about it.
"You know how to tell the weather forecast?" Rosa said.
"How?" I asked, playing along.
"Get your ass outside and look up at the sky!" Rosa exclaimed and we both burst out laughing.
Rosa had bought several of the scratch-off lottery tickets and won $10 on one. She bought us a round of drinks and snacks with her new found largesse. My diet went to hell.
"I've never won a dollar on the lottery," I told her, munching on my nacho cheese Doritos.
"Not a dime. That's why I don't play."
Rosa walked back inside and bought one more ticket and then handed it to me to try my luck. Zilch, nada, nothing. I didn't win a thing.
"See?" I told her. "I have terrible gambling luck."
Thunder rumbled on the horizon so I and Rosa walked up the street back to my house. Soon, the skies opened up and it rained like I haven't seen it rain in what seemed like years. I glued myself to this computer watching the radar as Rosa watched television keeping her fingers crossed that the power wouldn't go off. I then fixed Rosa and me a lunch of tuna salad sandwiches and chips and carried her home once the rain slacked off.
I also had my shot for my schizophrenia yesterday morning. My doctor gave me a month's worth of samples of Topomax, an anti-seizure drug. He said that recent studies have shown that it helps with alcohol cravings. I got online and found a plethora of side effects with the most alarming one being extreme drowsiness. Just what I need – another drug to take. I am debating on whether to try it or not.
Well, that sums up my day yesterday. Pretty boring stuff, huh?