Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people, living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love, and forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train​

According to an article about Feng Shui, the position of my bed is screwing up my life.

Mind you, I know basically nothing about Feng Shui.  I know it has to do with positioning your crap in the best possible way to bring good energy into your space.  Like your potted plants have to be facing south or something (I made that up Feng Shui people, relax).

I have considered looking into it, just in case it works.  Thing is, I'm no Martha Stewart.  My idea of decorating is making sure the couch faces the TV and that beige really does go with everything.  So rearranging my house to enhance my energy is just not on the top of the old priority list.

But I just happened across this article and found out that my bed could be causing me some life issues.  First, it's next to the bedroom door which is letting all my energy suck out into the hall.  I placed it there because the downstairs bathroom is like two feet away and thus even more convenient than the master commode. That's how I plan things. On the good side, I'm perpendicular to the door.  If my feet were facing it, that's bad because in Ye Olde Days they dragged your dead body out feet first. That's just creepy, and again it sucks energy from your feet or something.

So, in my last post I was all excited about getting carded for buying beer.

Well, I went to dinner the other night and noticed an AARP discount had been applied to my bill.  I'm not complaining, I mean, I'll take a discount any time.  But I didn't ask for it or show my card or anything.  I guess my age just radiated all over the restaurant.

The other day I stopped by the store to pick up milk (which ended up as a whole cart full of crap).  I also decided to buy some beer.  I pretty much NEVER buy beer; I lost the taste for it back in my 20s when I drank enough to fill a small sea and gained a similar amount of weight.  I now drink wine, which I'm kind of tired of.

In any case, my life has been pretty stressful lately, and I'm cutting back on going out drinking, so I thought perhaps a nice cold brewsky at the end of the day while I watched TV might perk me up.

So the cashier is ringing me up and asks for my ID.  At first I"m all like, "aww, aren't you sweet."  And she looks at me like, "you want this beer bitch; cough up that ID."   

Since I know they just check a cutoff date (as opposed to figuring out your age), I admitted to my 51 years.  I thought she'd be all, "wow, you look so young!"  Or, "we have to card under 40 now."  But no, she continued to look at me as if I was trying to pull something over on her.

Mind you, she was little more than a fetus.  And I had no makeup on, since I was just on a quick store run.  I will admit that without makeup on I do look a lot younger.  I also look HIDEOUS.  This is why I give up some youthfulness with a little makeup for a reduction in hideosity.  (I know that's not a word; I just like it).

Hmm, I wonder what else being young-looking-but-hideous can get me...