Dear Diary

By crikey it's hot

The temperature in my office is soaring up past the thirties¹, but it's also a muggy heat for which the fans currently do nothing. Neither does the cooling unit in the front room.

So I went and had a summer napnap under the AC in my bedroom. For most of the day.

Today, I've started early so that I have half a hope of getting something useful done. And by 'useful', I mean "faffing about in photoshop" because I have plans to take advantage of this mob making custom Pixel cases from whatever photograph you may own.

Yes, folks, I'm going to shoop myself up a totally unauthorized Steam Powered Giraffe phone case because I can so ner.

I might have to unearth some better pictures of the band, but whatevs. I'm sure I can cook something up with what I have. We'll see.

In the meantime, I only have a few hours before it gets criminally hot again, so I'd better get a wriggle on.

That's over eighty Fahrenheit. ↩

Well, fuck

The rape case is off. The muppet's supporters harassed the poor girl who had two witnesses to her assault... and they did so to the point that she withdrew the charges.

Fuck the muppet. Fuck his fanboys. Fuck everyone who thinks this is okay.

Sideways.

With a rough pineapple.

Our only hope now lies in the Electoral College deciding to go with the popular vote and casting the muppet down into the ignominy that he deserves. Which really is wishful thinking.

My

Good news, bad news

Bad news: Trump won.

I blame the five million white people with no skin in the game who decided that a third party was the moral choice. Not so high and mighty now that the muppet won, are you?

Good news: The blipectomy was a success.

What felt like a grain of rice under my skin turned out to be a blob of flesh roughly the size of the bone inside the tip of the pinkie finger. And that blob is now

Yeep

Today's the day I get a blipectomy. Today's also the day I decided that it's just too hot and muggy to sport longer hair, so I shaved it off. And Beloved helped get all the bits I didn't because I can't see what I missed when I have my glasses off because I'm shaving my head.

And because I am made of mischief, we decided to dye the stubble a pale blue. Which means I'm currently soaking my scalp in bleach so

Getting (slowly) better

I had the first good sleep that I can remember since forever. I was actually able to get back to sleep after needing to get up to pee during the wee small hours. [Darn rosemary tea before bedtime] and I'm feeling less 'foggy' than previously.

The only side effect is a slight clogging of the airways that could easily be Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season up to its usual tricks. It feels like I'm breathing through a straw. Only the straw is inside

Finding a new level

I'm getting used to the sleepy/heavy feeling after a weekend of trying to sleep it off and failing.

I've fought through days with this kind of feeling before. Enough coffee, or enough stimulation, will keep me awake enough to function.

What I used to do is gorge myself on sugar. And that's a very bad idea for my diet and my dental health. They may be researching ways for people to regrow their dentin? But it hasn't filtered down to plebe

Feeling "heavy"

It's day three on my 'chill pills', aka Seratonin. I still don't know how much of my assorted symptoms are psychosomatic, but today is an old friend.

I'm feeling 'heavy'. It's kind of like trying to walk after you've been in the pool for a few hours. Gravity feels like you're walking on Saturn or some similar, high-gravity world. It's like that, only it doesn't easily wear off and it comes with a side of difficulty with my breathing.

It's not asthma.

Chillaxin'

I'm having a lovely lazy Saturday, today.

Nothing more planned than slobbing about and having a good, old-fashioned relax-a-thon.

For example: I've taken twenty minutes to get this far.

And I've yet to make it to breakfast :P

I'd better go do that.

Teh PLN

I got some ducks in a row and actually talked about sorting out things I've been in fear of fixing for some extended time. Yay.

Now I have to go through with it. Boo.

Today, teh PLN involves going back to the doctor and hashing out a mental health care plan. And I know the drill Talk About The Worst Of It. Loads of people whiffle their way out of getting help with the same rationalisations they use to pretend everything's fine:

Procrasti-not

I made the appointment to see the doctor about getting a referral to see a shrink to sort out my mental issues. [...that chased the rat that ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built] This is... some momentous momentum for me.

I've been procrastinating about this since my friendo came to visit and assist in the great unfuckening. But I'm running out of stuff to procrastinate about and making me do the thing, even now, has been an

Milestones and Procrastination

I've hit a new low, today! 88.5 kilos, hooray. And I have Sardine Pizza to thank for it.

Yes, it's one of my dietary abominations. Take one $3 pizza from Aldi's, and two tins of Golden Circle sardines. Add the sardines to the pizza, garnish with mushrooms and cheese, and bake according to the pizza box instructions.

Since the Golden Circle sardines are super big, this pizza is super-filling, and I only had two slices of this abomination and it kept

Back to work,huzzah

I finally did that video I've been gassing about since forever. Soon to be yet another ignored and flagged music video on YouTube. See if you can find it.

I also found those silver split rings, so I can get on with finishing those earrings I've been gassing about.

And now that it's November, I can make that doctor's appointment I've been gassing about, too. Just... not for today, because it's practically a national holiday. I want to see the doctor, not

The Big... Evening

It's All Hallow's Eve, so not only do I have to remind my dear readers that my latest free story is available for All Hallow's Read, but I also have to get three sets of ducks in a row. And film myself putting on makeup, and do Chaos' makeup, and help everyone with their costumes...

...andandandandand...

I'm sure much fun will be had, but shortly before that, there will be snarling, frustration, and yelling.

On the plus side, there might be a

Ah, Sideways

Printing the new HUD holder for my car has entered 24 hours of manufacture. And Mayhem decided to take things that weren't his. So we had to go out and make him pay for replacements. As well as his own supply.

I'm not sure this will work, but it might help Mayhem understand that money is a limited resource, and so are the things you can get for it.

So I start my day at nearly eleven AM to try and write

All set up

All props are prepped. I'm currently wear-testing the crank for my costume [on an old belt, which fits with the character]. I got $32 worth of wrapped lollies to potentially give out to fellow Halloweenies as they come by our door.

I even have some dollar shop decorations up to let the neighbours know that here there be sweeties.

Mayhem's morph suit is falling apart, which is what one might expect from a dollar shop deal. He needs to repair it, but

Menu

A 3617-post collection

By crikey it's hot

Well, fuck

Good news, bad news

Yeep

Getting (slowly) better

Finding a new level

Feeling "heavy"

Chillaxin'

Teh PLN

Procrasti-not

Milestones and Procrastination

Back to work,huzzah

The Big... Evening

Ah, Sideways

All set up