Short Circuit

I have stayed home for very long. I only go out to run very necessary errands. Such as picking up my dad’s passport. That was a nightmare. So with the lockdown in place, oops, I mean the circuit breaker, most places are closed. Bookstores are closed. Anything non-food is closed. The only place I can go to spend money at or on is the supermarket. And that is a shitfest I’d rather not take part in. Other places opened are.. Shops that sell glasses (the prescription kind). I’m not too worried about breaking my glasses. All of us have myopia here. So it is essential. I get it.

So anyway. We went to collect the passport at the post office. While I am not that smart about money and men, I think I made the right decision opting for my dad to collect the passport at the post office near my house (but not near enough to walk to). So the immigration place is somewhere in the centre of Singapore. You can argue it’s almost the east side. I live in the west. So taxi would have cost 30 dollars each way. So that’s 60 dollars. The post office is 15 dollars for trips to and fro. So we saved 45 dollars. Not bad at all! And if you’re wondering why don’t we just take public transport and save 56 dollars, yeah we don’t do that. First of all, I don’t like people. Second of all. I’m kidding. There is no second of all.

Work is going OK. Except. I think basically I’m sort of done working.. with people… There are a lot of stupid people around. For example. They don’t understand how URLs work??? Then they mess up shared Excel/Google sheets with changes saved real-time and then because it’s wrong, it affects other people and to divert everyone’s attention away from the mistake they do things such as getting angry and throwing a tantrum. Then when they have finished throwing a tantrum and calmed the fuck down, they’d message an apology (…) and say ‘I am a (their star sign)’. What nonsense. I am a Sagittarius. Does that give me the right to be a dick? I think apologies do nothing for me. If you hadn’t lost your temper you wouldn’t have to apologise in the first place.

My brain is turning into serious mush. So I went on Instagram to browse. I usually go on it to look at Jessica Alba’s TikTok posts and other funny stuff. So Ron Howard posted a picture of his newest (oops. YOUNGEST) granddaughter and I sat there thinking how come I didn’t know Zooey Deschanel was pregnant? So I went to Zooey Deschanel’s Instagram and nope, no announcement of any baby. Then I started Googling Zooey Deschanel, clicked ‘News’, didn’t see any pregnancy news, then Googled Emily Deschanel, nope still no new baby, and it (finally) dawned on me that no, Ron Howard wasn’t Zooey Deschanel’s father. Zooey Deschanel’s father is Caleb Deschanel. Ron Howard is Bryce Dallas Howard’s dad. They don’t even have the same last name! I have no idea why I was so confused. I mean if it’s a post about Zooey Deschanel and I am thinking of Katy Perry okay I get it. If I have to think Jessica Chastain and Bryce Dallas Howard okay I get that, too. But Zooey Deschanel does not look like Bryce. Also. The two people I can never tell apart are Isla Fisher and Amy Adams. I always get them wrong. Maybe I got confused because both actresses (Zooey and Bryce) have director fathers.

I am suddenly very sleepy and woozy. It is 4.34AM. I have watched the entire Blacklist season 7 up until the latest episode.

I might go to sleep after all.

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