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| Sinister, Very Sinister |
The injuries from the face-first fall yesterday have added exponentially to the general malaise. The small bandages on the hands must be replaced several times during the day because of the impossibility of keeping them dry. The gash on the forehead is only bandaged at night. Nevertheless, the entire affair has been sickening given that the torn calf muscle healed just a few days ago. Then there is the injured thumb. One injury after another. That’s the plight of a decrepit senior citizen.
Friday night FOMO was the only reason to make a short evening outing to the International Marketplace. Very little FOMO relief ensued. There’s not much difference between loitering in a shopping mall and vegetating in the mausoleum at the “old folks home” in Waikiki. In both cases, valuable time is wasted and nothing is accomplished. The “twilight years” is obviously the source of FOMO anxiety.
Later, a couple of bananas and a big-ass can of cerveza were procured at the Waikiki Market. The bananas for dessert, and the big-ass can of cerveza to celebrate Sinister Kahuna Day. Celebrate? In the mausoleum? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Heck, that’s more like a funeral!
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