Since some arshole became so annoying I raised my voice and he got the “yeah see” he wanted and I got some fucking peace, some are quite curious why I’m still in a good mood. What did he have next once he realized I was enjoying the silence that followed. “Game over will never sell”…

So tired I ate, recovered from falling asleep, then fell asleep. Now I’m too awake. No selfie today, can’t be arsed Here’s Tabitha instead. P.s. For the record: I don’t drink I don’t smoke I can’t take weed. While I could legitimately get the RX with fibromyalgia, not with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome so no opoids either.…

With little to report. Here I am in panic button chic: Okay it’s kind of boring. But I promised to check in daily. So there you go.

Sorry, still here. Just very depressed. No selfie yesterday so here’s my cat in a basket again.. Probably no selfie today either.

Leaving aside the existential pleasures of allowing thoughts to just flow through unattended to and you really are contemplating nothing specific- just a deep state of meditative bliss. Sometimes someone is thinking about something specific. But not exactly in the mood to share. It’s private – about a private topic Or incomplete and would have…

I don’t want to say anything Might jynx it

And a little depressed. I might have said this elsewhere but I moved in with the essentials I could fit into my tiny car. I basically had nothing My sister, my mum, and SSI backpay replaced what I had lost. After escaping from my ex in a week, and Petaluma with books, shelves and ornaments…

The only thing I like about this photo.

I’ve been sorting and organizing. Replacing items I used to have. My physical therapy routine will begin when I haven’t been buzzing around tidying it up!

And have been tidying and sorting all day. So no selfie. But Tabitha did take to my bedding basket.