Fucking Depression

The Promptcast is doing another Booked For Friday. I actually have too much breakfast for breakfast this morning. A trial not helped by the Morbs weighing me down

I might end up throwing my toast to the birds.

Blargh.

I shall try nonetheless.

I finished the storyline of Dressmaker yesterday, so now I am compelled to fill out all the achievements. I also want to do well on the one dress I fucked up, so I will be playing the storyline again.

Oh the "deprivation". Lawl.

Anyway, I endeavour to do the story and get some other projects progressed upon. I persist regardless of life pressing me down.

Story happening at some point. I will get there.

The Weight(tm) came over me as I was arranging coffee and pills this morning. I wish I knew what was dragging me down so I could make certain it was going to fuck off.

And this was before I found out that Patrick Stewart has passed on.

I will be seeing to my stupid fucking ankle and doing the daily tale, and a few household tasks... but I'm already fighting gravity while doing it.

I'm trying to get fitter. Curing this

My alarm goes off at 4:30AM. When I should get up, see to my self-maintenance, do my exercises, then enter the proper world and begin my daily tasks.

No such luck.

I woke up weary. Exhausted and in pain when I should have been fresh and ready to go about my daily tasks. So I flopped back in bed and tried to catch some extra rest.

It felt like gravity was doing double duty. It took as much effort to roll

Going to make sure I have money for next week, check how capable I am at having money the week after that... and tune in to the Promptcast's interview thing today.

One flash fiction and maybe some game time. It depends on how quickly I get the work done. I'm hoping to have some hours to make progress on BG3.

Hope is a wonderful gift, sometimes.

Time, as always, will tell.

I can do this. I used to be able to do

Can't mod today. The fam has come to evict years of packrattus. It's only now, hours after they arrived, that I have had the chance to sit and type anything about it because I also need the nebuliser.

I've been throwing out a lot of stuff I spent a lot of money on, but turned out to be useless. There's also been a huge amount of technoscrattle unearthed from the packrattus of ages.

My back hurts. My feet hurt. I'm almost certain

I have bread on. I have A means to unfuck the kitchen drainage on my only. Well. On my only plus Mayhem plus an online Redneck.

There's also a telehealth shrink appointment at a later hour.

...and B'Nar got rejected within 24 hours of pitching.

...yay...

I get to pitch it again tomorrow.

And I have to announce here, and later Patreon, that I am no longer participating in the Archive.

Long story short, the group has had negative growth since its