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I have a lot on my brain this morning. Nothing bad, just many thoughts at once. Before I fell asleep last night I was thinking about heroes. Idols really. People I looked up to throughout the years. From when I was a tween to young teenager where I idolized people like Morrison, Lennon, Bukowski, and Thompson. Then as I got older, Reznor, Manson, Cobain even. Because the one thing they all had in common was their independence. They might have been drunks and druggies but they lived life on their own terms. They made their way following their hearts and not the straight and narrow. You don't have to remind me how many of the people above are dead and not of a ripe old age going in their sleep. As I continued to get older and more cynical and angry it shifted to fictional characters because I couldn't find any real people to care about any more. John Taylor from the Nightside. Tyler. Constantine. And of course, Patrick Bateman. The anti-hero. The guy who is pushed to the limit and can't take any more. The guy who has zero fucks to give. I think they are still the ones I keep in my head. Where did all this come from? I started power watching Breaking Bad yesterday. Even the term tells you where my head is at. Breaking bad. Going from the norm. Going your own way. Saying fuck you to the norms and the rules. I only made it through the first 5 episodes of season one, but you get glimpses of the man Walter White will become. I will admit I only watched the first three seasons when it was on originally and my knowledge beyond that is slim, but I have enough of an idea from the media and elsewhere that by the end of season 6, he won't be that same guy who is in episode 1. It got me to thinking. That's all. Watching the show now, 7 years after that first season aired, some things are different even in me. Walter is 50 when the show starts. 50 and facing death. That's a pretty scary thing to think about. 50, facing death, AND a pregnant wife. You might see how my thoughts starting traveling. I fell asleep thinking about that and listening to the storm outside the window.

Speaking of the storm, it has been coming down non-stop since about 4:30pm yesterday. I got up around 7 and the grounds were white, but not so bad that the roads were blocked. By the time I was looking at them, the main roads were clear and there was nothing going on in the sky. I decided to take a chance and go out, giving housekeeping time to clean my room. I went out around 9:30 and spent 15 minutes scraping snow off the car. That was amusing to watch - me in my Prada shoes slipping in the snow. Sigh. I managed to get to the mall with no issues. There's a small mall about 2 miles away and it was the perfect place to kill time.

While I was there, I had a conversation with my niece. She is going through some rough shit right now which is nobody's business but hers so, no, you won't get the details. Needless to say I wish I lived closer to her so I could be there to help her and my sister out. But she is a strong woman and we talked about things in general and the possibility of her visiting us some time in the future. After the mall, I found a Chick-fil-a and had waffle fries. Later in the day I mentioned this to friends in a chat and we got into a debate about whether one should support them as a business. It was actually a nice discussion amongst adults where we all had our opinion and respected the others. After lunch, I found a vape shop and hung out there for a little while. Bought a tank extender and some juice. Then I hit the bookstore. Lastly I hit Target where I got some rockstars and snacks since I am here until Wednesday. As you can see - killing time. I got back to the hotel around 2 but alas fucking housekeeping had yet to get there. They were on my floor but not in my room. I gave them another hour before I just called down and said no service. Today I will wait until they knock then excuse myself for 30 minutes.

Around that time I ordered a pizza since I am tired of the restaurant and wasn't about to go back out. The snow was starting to come down. The pizza arrived around 4:30 and apparently their idea of a small will feed a village. Now I have pizza for the week. Meh, it's all good. Food is food. A week of bad carbs won't kill me. I will just need to be super careful when I get home. I can pick around the crust too if I want to minimize my intake.

Settled in around 5 and started watching. Talked to B while I was watching and finished the last episode around 9:30. By the time I put everything away (I had rearranged the room to make it easy for me to sit in a chair and watch my computer on the TV through the HDMI connection) and got in bed it was a little after 10. Full day. The heater was going all night and finally around 2, I just had to stop it. I couldn't breathe and this morning I have a bloody nose as a result. Let's see how the battle goes today between me and the heater.

Nothing really planned for today. I just looked outside and it is still snowing so no big plans here. Maybe get through the rest of season 1 and season 2.