I know healing takes place in the home, but I don't think all the fun chemicals under the kitchen sink are the answer. Why are people showing how dumb these 'home remedies' are? Damn people are weird and inept.
*Checks off item on clipboard* This is certainly an interesting variation on one of the items in the Forum Daily Five (Food, Booze, Sex, Drugs, Poop).
"Does anybody here remember..." Nope, not Vera Lynn (who is still alive, btw) *Andrew Dice Clay.... Remember how he said that he would...." annnd if I continue that lyric, I'm going to have to ban myself.
I've been noticing that I have been writing a lot of post-apocalyptic/ Dystopia stories. Man, I'm enjoying it. It's like prep work for when I begin work on the journeys of Samuel-9. Eta: not sure if it was cuz of speech to text, but damn is my grammar terrible. LOL
Allways do enjoy your insights on the matter as someone trying to program himself properly going into his twentys. Very much enjoy the Buddha quote. We'd make a killing...as a business or a ninetys moives..ether way. I mean isnt that a buy one get one? Sitting a bit after work. Today was long and....not great. I haz emotions..never good. Might make a post in the mental health thread today or tomorrow. Have things to let out. For tonight ive allready taken care of the critters and started laundry. Need to do diner, get garbage out, clothes around for tomorrow, shower in our new shower (i mean new shower curtain and matt but thats fancy to me), meal prep tomorrow's breakfast, clean the basement before tomorrows oil delivery, unwind (ha), and I'm sure something else will come up. No rest for the wicked...or incompetent...whichever one of those I am.
Bath mats? What are those? I use a hand towel on the floor, then fling them into the washing machine afterwards.
We were just using bath towels that way. The shower doors brokr completely and went to get a curtain. There was a matching matt.
Not sleeping, even though I should be. Allergies came back with strength of a star explosion orgy. Nose is all stuffy and my eyes are raining. Bleeeeeeeeeh. Today (its midnight over here) is that uh....wicked(?) party I've been invited to. Have to wear a masquerade mask/suit and show up an hour early, as the host is weird like that..... Here's hoping its just a crazy-crazy party and not the holy-mega-dick-this-shit-is-insane kinda party.... Anyway, off to bed. Well, sorta.
Getting ready for work in a slightly demoralized state. Got most things done last nighy, no breakfast meal prep though so gotta scrounge for that. Dont know how much time i have...spent 30 mintues pre shower sitting on the bath matt having a moment. Finding that so far after work I only have enough energy for a few extra tasks before the key gets stuck in my back. First day of the new schedule, second weeok there. Still an adjustment. Really having massive anexity and insecurity. Hopefully that can be handled this week. Work today then off all weekend. Coming home and resting. Hopefully I can recover enough to get to other stuff. Nights our full this weekend though. Not skipping lunch today. Just going in, give my all, come home, temporarily die, and then recover. Here's to a better day for me and everyone else out there.
Sitting on the edge of my bed drinking my second cup of half-caff. Why here? It’s too bright in the kitchen, and there’s a noisy house remodel across the alley from the breakfast nook window. The wild parrots just flew over, which are noisy as hell, too, but I like them. They’re bright green and sound like a cross between Canada geese and squeaky door hinges.
Sneezing. A lot of sneezing. Also just brought my mask, very wolfy. Now I'm off to buy a bow tie. Why? Psh, because hooman, bow ties are cool.
Sitting with a heat pack on my tense swollen trapezius muscle hoping that heat packs and ibuprofen will fix the problem.
I have been having a few close calls with my muscles today. Twinges at odd moments. I'm just waiting for the big one where I yelp and have trouble moving for a few days.
Don't know if it's a common term used in Oz. It's just short for 'computer'...pronounced 'computa', thus 'puta'. Someone posted a while back that 'puta' in spanish means 'whore' or something. I'm neither spanish or south american or living in those areas, so none of my business.
Spanish swear words are the only ones I know. For sure I'm a fail of a Spanish dude. OT: Right now I'm picking a cane to go with my outfit. Because of my weekly antics this bum leg of mine can't walk without support, which should be in the "Not Happy" thread, but its not. Why? Pft, again hoomans, I now get to use one of these fancy canes I brought long ago. Plus its my not-so-secret stick to poke "what the fuckery" might be at this party.