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A 5-post collection

Set Your Timers

My car is going in for a service at 10 today. That gives me a little less than three hours to get my shit together, and in the middle of trying to write this post, I got this bullshit:

[Shown here: Error message over an empty post titled (Untitled), message reads "Are you sure you want to delete this post?" and in a smaller font, "You're about to delete "(Untitled)". This is permanent! No backups, no restores, no magic undo button. We warned you, ok?" Two buttons are underneath the text, one for "Cancel" and one for "OK". The "OK" button is obliterated by a spinny wheel of doom]

This happened because the post editor that I've had open constantly on this compy up and decided that this morning was the perfect time to interrupt a post in progress to verify my firkin identity again.

Once a post is labeled "(Untitled)" it's like that in the URL forever, and I don't like that. So I delete those fucks the instant they appear. Or I evidently try to, because the internet sucks balls again, this morning.

If today's Instant doesn't happen until later in the day, then you know the reason why.

I will endeavour to keep things going regardless.

::static noise::

Beloved is home and sleeping it off. I wish I could be that lucky or that able to follow suit.

The best option I have is caffeine. Which sort of works okay, I guess. But ceases working long about 5PM. But I should be done with the important stuff by then and honestly - who cares that my sleep cycle is broken and needs new tyres?

Nobody.

Sleep aids have to be herbal, dear readers. My biology is such that if I

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Urggh, I feel GROOOOSSSSSS

There's a cartoon that's shared often on Tumblr, and I relate to it greatly today.

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In my case, I've got anxiety, depression, and malaise all queueing up behind the aches and pains. Along with the usual self-doubt and defeatism that makes my life such a fun, rollercoaster-esque, dizzying, mad whirl 9_9

And in the back of my head, there's this firkin annoying little optimist who insists that I can do the thing because it will be "such fun". Yeah

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5:04 AM

I did manage a half-hour nap.

Since then, I have been living vicariously through other peeps’ SPG concert footage.

I love that band so much, it hurts.

Everything I love is out of my reach.

Yeah. Beloved still isn’t home. Life sucks. And now my back hurts. I know it’s because I’ve been lying still too long… But moving lets the cold in.

I’m hungry but I don’t want to

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Farging roadblocks!

No, this is not about traffic.

I seem to be cursed to stay at or above 91.9 kilos.

I bounced back up into solid 92kilo turf, today. Grrr.

I’m so mad at myself and frustrated and tired and, to add insult to injury, my right knee has decided to join my wrists in the Painful Rheumatism Club.

Which means I more or less have to rely on diet alone on the days when it’s painful to move.

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