From: Beaver_Fever@live.com   
      
   On Saturday, February 3, 2024 at 11:35:31 AM UTC-8, Les Albert wrote:   
   > On Thu, 1 Feb 2024 17:41:30 -0800 (PST), Beaver Fever    
   >  wrote:   
   > >On Thursday, February 1, 2024 at 5:21:09?PM UTC-8, Les Albert wrote:    
   > >> On Tue, 30 Jan 2024 19:42:16 -0800 (PST), Beaver Fever    
   > >>  wrote:    
   >    
   > >> >Oh fuck, I'm 50!    
   > >> >Didn't see that coming.    
   > >> >Anything I should know? Anything I should be doing?    
   >    
   > >> Prepare a will.   
   > >I wanted to a few years ago and asked my (now former) roommate to be the   
   executor.    
   > >He said no. He is so fucking lazy which is why his living situation was   
   downgraded from    
   > >half apartment to couch. But I am sure he wouldn't want my relatives here   
   digging thru my stuff.    
   > >Wanna do one and just make my girlfriend the executor whether she likes it   
   or not.    
   > >As it is I made her a beneficiary of one of my accounts so if I were to die   
   anytime soon it would    
   > >create quite a windfall for her. Definitely not telling her though lest she   
   decides to push forward    
   > >the date of the unfortunate event.    
   > >I am sure the ravages of medical neglect will be catching up to me sooner   
   than later.   
   > Even with proper medical attention things can suddenly go south. One    
   > of my favorite authors wrote the following:    
   > "The world is a peculiar place. Tottery old ladies, people you    
   > wouldn't trust to navigate a grocery cart, are heading two-ton cars in    
   > your direction at speeds of seventy miles per hour. Our lives depend    
   > on strangers. So much lacks logic or a proper sequence." - from    
   > "Morgan's Passing" - Anne Tyler.    
   >    
   > Les   
      
   Or as I like to point out , for Carl Wilson the end (of his touring career)   
   came in the middle of a 5 show run so it can come quick.    
      
   The medical neglect is more a reference to the fact that I still don't have   
   health insurance or been to the doctor since I was 18. I thought 50 was   
   colonoscopy time but apparently it's 45. I already have an enlarged prostate   
   in addition to other    
   hopefully minor stuff I have been ignoring for years. I thought maybe I should   
   do something about it in spite of the fact I haven't worked in years and don't   
   really want to watch my savings fly out the door even faster. It's bad enough   
   my cost of living    
   basically tripled between 2020 and now. And I just missed open enrollment.    
      
   I could get a job (with few skills and almost no interpersonal ability) but   
   going to work to stay alive so I can keep going to work really doesn't appeal   
   to me. However something strange happened in the last few years. Seems like   
   along with my sex drive,    
   my constant angst and suicidal ideation also faded. It's almost like the two   
   were related. But I wanna stay alive so I can read and listen to music and pet   
   my cat, not just suck down oxygen while toiling away.   
      
   I did want to theoretically donate my body to Glendale Community College where   
   I sputtered through a few semesters of "fun" electives as I figured in death I   
   could have some sort of value to someone but never really looked into the   
   process.    
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)