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1) Senatorial race. Meh.
2) Bead project 2 Take 2: the beads are now all the same size, but are now too big for my loom. May address this by finally learning how to brick stitch, but for right now project shelved where I can'thulksmash see it.
3) Digestive oog continues and is oogy.
4) Tried to download/install some graphic software I'd been looking forward to playing with only to find the installer's busted.
5) My house smells like Cara's lemon garlic dinner. Smelling that much garlic is super wicked hella triggery, apparently.
6) Hitting a depressive, failure-at life, hyper-self-critical spike again. Basically someone upstairs is repeatedly chanting something about "I'm fat and I'm broke and I hate my haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair."
7) Sorely regretting my decision to be nice and bow out of karaoke tomorrow because it looks like everyone else is going for once. Not doing that again.
Very tempted to just say fuck it and call out tomorrow, especially if I'm still not okay in the tummymeats. Course, then I'd just spend all day up under the roommate or vice versa and... yeah, no, okay work it is.
Feh. Feh, I say.
2) Bead project 2 Take 2: the beads are now all the same size, but are now too big for my loom. May address this by finally learning how to brick stitch, but for right now project shelved where I can't
3) Digestive oog continues and is oogy.
4) Tried to download/install some graphic software I'd been looking forward to playing with only to find the installer's busted.
5) My house smells like Cara's lemon garlic dinner. Smelling that much garlic is super wicked hella triggery, apparently.
6) Hitting a depressive, failure-at life, hyper-self-critical spike again. Basically someone upstairs is repeatedly chanting something about "I'm fat and I'm broke and I hate my haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair."
7) Sorely regretting my decision to be nice and bow out of karaoke tomorrow because it looks like everyone else is going for once. Not doing that again.
Very tempted to just say fuck it and call out tomorrow, especially if I'm still not okay in the tummymeats. Course, then I'd just spend all day up under the roommate or vice versa and... yeah, no, okay work it is.
Feh. Feh, I say.
