I fell asleep while putting my kids to bed. Now it’s 3 and I’m awake.
My sinuses and throat are inflamed from my cold in a way that means hot showers make them worse, not better. It is not the natural order of the universe.
Update: it’s 8 and I’m still awake. Fuuuuuuuccccck.
Kind of a bigger complaint, but I think I need a new career. But that sounds like a lot of work and I’m spoiled by my current career in some very tangible ways that are hard to let go of.
Plus I really don’t quite know yet what I want to do.
I woke up to a fraud alert on my credit card, and the dust hasn’t even settled from last week’s checking account fraud.
Content warning: another fucking shooting.
Summary
I woman in the El Paso shooting died protecting her 3 month old baby. The baby’s dad also died. They were on their way home to host a birthday party for their 6 year old.
What the fuck. What the everloving fuck.
It is a big complaint. The biggest. It is a complaint about the unfairness of violence. I haven’t processed this latest horror yet. My heart goes out to everyone.
I don’t know how to process it. It’s horror upon horror, and there’s no pretending that it won’t happen again soon, in a newly horrifying way.
Well… after that yeah, this is truly a tiny complaint.
I was going on a walk and forgot my water, so I had to come home and cut my walk short
Hey so can… stuff like this have like a CW? I don’t mean to sound rude, I’m just in a place where I need to be careful about the information I’m consuming. When I click into a thread like this, I expect flippant or whatever. I don’t want to put on my armor first you know? Thanks dude.
Sorry dude.
Same. I’ve been trying to limit hearing about the shootings because it’s a back to school weekend so I assume families were impacted, but I can’t deal.
There was a bunch of thunder but no rain.
Also this was not the right thread to read instead of my body-horror YA novel before bed
My sinuses are throbbing and grossssss.
I made some healthy muffins to eat before I run and you can taste the healthy.
I left it too long between meals. Uuughrrrhhhg.
I need a shower and food but I am stuck under a cat.
Two of the four peaches I bought yesterday have gone missing.
A contractor was supposed to show up at 8. It is now 8:22 and I’m going to be late for work.
And with my low motivation, this feels like an excuse to just call out of work altogether today.
When I take melatonin at night, it’s basically impossible for me to get up the next morning.