Open Sorcery

Tag: Spoonie

  • Well, I finally got over my odd fear of performing anything from Field Notes last night at Poet’s Monday.

    I performed “samson” and “rehoboth” (not shown).

    The fundraiser mentioned in the video and caption is here.

    -Allēna

  • Finally somewhat awake.

    I crashed for about 13 hours.. I apparently needed the sleep, lol. Will today bring more sleep or productive things? TBD. I don’t feel like I have spoons OR fucks to give today, really.

    -Allēna

    #NEISvoid #chronicfatigue #MECFS #spoonie #chronicpain

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  • Gonna start calling my flareups ” getting cast into gay baby jail” now.

    Meme format comes from the inimitable @haladrielnation.bsky.social on Bluesky!

    -Allēna

    #NEISvoid #ringsofpower #meme #galadriel #spoonie #queer #cripplepunk

  • They say you shouldn’t nightblog, I say fuck the rules. You get painsomnia poetry.

    Because with yours truly’s CPTSD, you get art on occasion. Treat yourself.

    -Allēna

    #NEISvoid #spilledink #cptsd #poetry #insomnia #anaisnin #enneagram8 #vulnerability #spoonie #painsomnia

  • … Hoptal.

    The potential ovarian cyst thing has gotten bad enough that it’s an ER trip for yours truly…

    And by “bad” , I mean I’ve only made a grand total of one (1) joke since getting here, and we’re normally full of jokes…

    #NEISvoid #emergencyroom #spoonie #delirium

    -Allēna

  • My last three (3) braincells attempting to decide what I’m doing today.

    One of them is autism, one of them is ADHD, and the other is the desire to not do anything productive at all. I think the dogs that are fighting are autism and ADHD, and the woman screaming is my desire to not do anything productive at all. The woman just wants to sit and watch more trash TV until some form of inspiration hits, and then she’ll do something. Except there are two huge dogs going goblin mode in front of her 😭

    This is my current mood. I’ve been resting a lot because my guts still hurt off and on, and honestly watching TV that I like is helping my brain rest and get more inspiration for my writing in the long term. Plus, as Laz has said before, it’s nice to be able to be a fan of things again. It’s been years since we’ve been able to do that.

    Aside from this post and talking to people, will I get anything else productive done? I’m not sure. But I’ll do my best if I’m so inspired.

    -Allēna

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  • Going on day 2 of gut nastiness.

    Holy crap have the dreams been weird with this thing.

    I dreamt of an alternate January 1916 or so where the people that would go on to become the Bolsheviks were secretly nigh immortal sorcerers and shit. They turned the tide of WWI, mopping the floor with Germany especially. That one was the weirdest.

    Then the second one involved meeting up with a very fictional “old friend” of mine. We spoke about software vs hardware, and she said that it seemed to her that software was often written by people that hated themselves and the user. But hardware is crafted by people who hate themselves, the user, and the world, and want to see it all burn.

    And in the third dream, I was some trust fund kid going to high school in Manhattan. My dad wanted to teach me the value of business or some shit, so I bought a club. Business was really good, so when I found out the prom afterparty was being run by a fucking stick in the mud, a bunch of friends and I decided to boycott it. I recalled a post I had seen that said something to the effect of “very little in life can’t be improved by three things: weed, Popeye’s chicken, and Looney Tunes reruns.” So I decided to test that theory. I had my faithful manservant purchase vast quantities of the devil’s finest lettuce, buckets upon buckets of chicken, and convert the main part of the club into a comfy sitting area. It turned out to be the best part of prom 🤣

    I hope you enjoyed this nonsense from my cooked brainhole.

    -Allēna

  • We seem to have caught whatever GI nastiness that has been going around lately on top of everything else.

    It feels worse than standard stomach flu, not as bad as the actual flu.

    No idea what the hell is up here. So I’ve been curled up in bed watching Supernatural with Zelda and trying not to puke my guts out.

    -Allēna

  • Taking a break from watching Heroes for now because Doom Guy sent me a video and I replied partially in Japanese.

    I didn’t know I knew enough Japanese for that particular brain fart, but here we are. All hail the Brainhole. I’m also very tired and probably need more sleep than I was able to get last night.

    Wheeee.

    I’m going to attempt a nap, but we all know that that sort of thing is hit or miss with this fucking body. I might also be coming down with fucking noro. Again.

    More magic to come, just later..

    -Allēna

  • Abdomen, we have a problem.

    And by “problem”, I mean “the possibility of an ovarian cyst”.

    I didn’t sleep well last night and as such slept through most of the morning and into the early afternoon because fuck this particular noise with a cactus.

    I’ve never had an ovarian cyst before that I know of, but anything to do with the reproductive organs and this fucking body hurts like a bitch. This is no exception.

    I’ll be back later when I’ve received caffeine, more sleep, or both. Which means the next post will likely be tomorrow. At least there are cute cats here..

    -Allēna