A 6-post collection

Day Zero. Sigh.

Two idiots in Noosa went to Sydney and then lied about where they'd been back when the borders were still more or less open. Sigh.

I think I'm detecting a pattern.

1) Idiots go into plague zone for nonsense
2) Idiots return to the alleged safety of Queensland
3) Idiots elect to LIE about where they've been
4) Idiots cavort around the scenery, potentially infecting thousands

These two particular idiots are underaged and will therefore be also suffering the wrath of parentals as well as legal action, fees, and charges.

They're not showing symptoms, but we all know that's not exactly the best reassurance. They could not be showing symptoms yet. They could be asymptomatic.

I say, if any more members of the Karen Squad decide to pull this stunt, they should be saddled with the full medical bills of all the people they infect.

Also in the news:

  • Lebanon's entire government quits
  • Baltimore blew up
  • Australia apparently has three weeks to decide wtf our national plan is with plague management techniques
  • A dam in NSW burst its banks after getting a year's worth of water overnight
  • USA hits five million cases
  • Muppet denies wanting his flabby jowls on Mt Rushmore
  • Greecian party island proves to be new plague hotspot in turn that shocks nobody
  • Italy re-enacts bubonic plague protocols, passing things through tiny windows to allegedly minimise contact and therefore infection
  • Japanese oil tanker drops 1000 tons of oil on mauritius
  • Facebook attempts to shut down illegal animal trafficking on its site
  • ScoMo displays rare show of humanity by slamming suggestions to sacrifice the elderly to Covid-19 so that the Almighty Commerce can persist
  • As the clusterfuck continues and seasonal bushfires loom once more, the call is rising for underground bunkers

Just... fucking yikes.

I have a lot to discuss with my shrink today.

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

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::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?


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

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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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