Staines part 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 (Blog 383)

As there were tube strikes on the day of the upcoming LCW meeting, I decided to buy a CD in Staines and a sugary treat with the train ticket money instead. There’s no way I’d be using a replacement bus service. Too complicated. Then the strikes got called off and I decided to get a CD anyway. When I got to the town’s car park, someone asked me if they had to pay to park as it was a Sunday (they did), and some other guy couldn’t work out how to use the ticket machine. (I could). And THEN someone asked me for directions, which I gave. That’s the power of threes! Very powerful in writing and certainly powerful when it comes to me feeling betting than others. I had the power of knowledge they clearly didn’t and I’m still feeling high off it. Unforgettable. When I got to the CD shop, I noticed they had the Alcatrazz album I reviewed for Metal Rules! It would have been nice if the label gave me a free copy like one company did not too long ago. Right? Well, the plastic cases crack when clueless postmen post them through the letter box, don’t they? So in a way, I didn’t think getting a cracked case was worth it. I know this sounds silly, but the pain is just too much to deal with. I’m not joking, I genuinely feel stressed. Angry is bad word, but let’s face it… yeah. I’m sorry if that’s making me look like an asshole but that’s just the way it is. It’s SO upsetting for me. Let’s just say I feel miffed. Sounds kind of harmless in a way, but yeah, it’s not. Having said all that, the case in the shop was made of cardboard and cardboard doesn’t crack. Yep, it wouldn’t even matter if someone posted the thing and I feel too awkward asking a label for one. >:(

Not to worry, I bought Powerwolf album instead. I was pleased with the last album I bought by the band, so I’m fairly confident the one I just picked up is super, too. Annoyingly I didn’t have enough change to buy it that’s been building up over the months, but I nearly did. I had to use my credit card. How frustrating? No, with my change, I bought an album I could afford. So that’s TWO CDs I purchased? Wahoo! When I got home I would find the other album I bought by a band called ‘Rising Steel’ got just one and a half stars. Do I have bad taste in music? I thought it was alright. After the music shopping, my original plan was to go to a place serving cookies etc., BUT relatively bad drinks. However, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something much better somewhere else: ‘Premium milkshakes!!’ I love milkshakes, and premium milkshakes sound fantastic. Was it just clever and dishonest marketing? It so wasn’t. And the cream on the shake? Ridiculous. I was even asked for it, beforehand I did the asking. These guys know their stuff. I also bought a blueberry cake/muffin (it’s still a bit of a mystery, maybe I’ll never be sure what it was) which was also very nice despite the ambiguity. I’m not saying the food looked weird or unsettling somehow, but I do like to know for sure what I’m eating in case I want to buy it again or avoid it. And I want another one, even if it made me feel a little sick at the time. That probably won’t sound TOO excessive for you as we all like to binge every now and then, but something more extreme is coming.

When getting back in my car, I noticed another car mirror move by itself. There was no driver in the vehicle! Had I gone mad? I did check if my milkshake had caffeine in it, and as we all know caffeine drives me mental, but maybe the guy selling me the drink lied. First I imagine mirrors moving which is a strange delusion but believable for me, and it would only get worse from then on. That’s the nature of schizophrenia. Terrifying. Then I worked out what was happening - the mirror moved because someone opened the car door from a distance with a special key! Phew! However, when driving home I saw a motorcyclist use a mini roundabout incorrectly, making me wonder if I’d gone mad again or simply that I’ve misunderstood the rules of the road all these years. Both cases suck, but in the end I decided to ignore the situation and get on with my drive. It was painful enough for me when I saw two people ignore a traffic light’s red signal. WHAT ARE YOU DOING AND WHY?? Even though I was a tiny bit sick earlier, when I got home, I ate just a tiny bit more chocolate. You don’t think sugar addiction is real now?? My problem had only been exacerbated when my brother bought me 5,000 calories worth of chocolate for my birthday, which I felt obliged to eat, partially out of politeness. I ate all of it in five days! That does sound a bit intense maybe, but as I burn 1,000 calories a day at the gym, REALLY I ended up eating no calories of chocolate at the end of the day. Kind of in a way, I mean? Right? And for the sextillionth time, bye!