It’s time to seize the absolute living daylights out of this day since it might be my last day in Zacatecas before I start heading north tomorrow. Tomorrow to Saltillo, then Monday to Nuevo Laredo. Go to Banjercito and get the deposit back for my car. About 200 dollars. And then drive to SOMEWHERE in Texas and be back on American soil. Doesn’t sound very sexy, does it? That’s because it’s not. Is there anything sexy about Texas? Why does everyone want to move to Austin. I don’t want to move to Austin. I want to be as far away from Austin as possible. I want to move to Alaska.
Having some black tea at my AirBnb in Zacatecas, which is dangerous on an empty stomach. Those tannins. Knee is feeling pretty good considering amount of sugar ingested yesterday. Swelling seems to FINALLY be going down. Which is amazing. I still elevate it. I still don’t feel like I could run. I still try to avoid lateral movement. But I’m a little less worried about it. A little less worried about walking on uneven surfaces.
God I can’t wait till Cafe du Monde opens so I can go get mate.
I just went up to the Subi to see if I could find the oil filter cuz the dudes at Autozone the other day suggested I really need to change the oil filter after so much driving and so much time since an oil change. I never even thought about changing the oil filter. So I did what I do best when it comes to working on cars: I opened the hood and stood there looking at it, concerned. If you ever want to feel like a man, just do this. Open the hood of your car. Stare at the contents looking pensive or concerned. You will feel your testosterone levels rising.
Obviously I couldn’t find the oil filter. But I did get down on my back and look at the undercarriage. I can’t tell if it’s mangled or not. There appears to be a slight oil leak, but it’s so minute it’s not even dripping on the ground. There’s a drip, but it’s hanging there, afraid to jump. There’s a clean area around the drip, which my cousin’s husband told me was a great indicator of a leak. But when I checked the oil this morning it was MORE THAN FULL. I don’t understand this car. What the hell is going on. Sometimes I check it on level ground and it’s bone dry. Other times I check it and it appears oil should be bursting out of the top of it.
When I get back home I’m getting BPC-157 and injecting the fuck out of it into my knee.
My AirBnb in Zacatecas is small but adequate. It has a microwave and a fridge and a coffee maker. It has a smart TV, which I haven’t used yet. It’s about a 5-10 minute walk from the historic center, and a 5-10 minute walk from my favorite cafe, where I will be going ever so shortly, Cafe du Monde. My neighbors were being loud last night but I just put on some white noise and that did the trick. It’s good to write blogs before I get too caffeinated, because when I get too caffeinated I feel like the world is coming to an end. Why drink caffeine at all then??????????????????????????????????????????????????? you might ask. Slash you’re probably asking. Well, because I’m addicted. Is that so hard to understand? I’m addicted to two substances right now. Caffeine. And sugar. I’m probably more addicted to sugar. I recently cut out caffeine for a week, but it would be harder for me to cut out sugar for a week. When you cut out caffeine and sugar you don’t have as much of the highs and lows, but the problem then is you don’t have the damn HIGHS. Sugar makes you high. It’s wonderful. And then it drops you right back down.
Hang in there, Subi. Please God.
My teeth are so damn clean from yesterday. These fucking tannins in my stomach.
OK, time to seize the day. I hope you all are seizing the day too. It is sunny here and I’m gonna bathe in vitamin D.