If you need me, I’ll be in a TV hole or asleep, probably. I’d be more upset about it except that I’ve been over the bullshit for a long time. This has been the latest in the long string of utter nonsense. I don’t have the spoons to be all that pissed anymore.
If this isn’t us coming out as plural, unclockable multigender fucks, I don’t know what is.
Image description: text on the upper left panel reads “I wish I was’t”, followed by an image of a skull with an abnormally small sized brain inside of it on the right side.
The next text panel down on the left reads “I can just”, followed by an image of a human head with a brain with neurons firing on the right side.
The second to last text panel panel down on the left reads “I always was [redacted]”, followed by an image of a human head with a glowing brain inside of it.
The final text panel on the bottom left of the image reads “destroy capitalism”, followed by an image of a human head with a brain inside of it emitting rays of light on the bottom right. (end description)
So Emerson got me a surprise – a birria burrito with a horchata. It was delicious. He’s so sweet to me. Unfortunately, our polycule’s lemon of a car is back in the fucking shop because it is misbehaving again, so there are no in person adventures to be had for the time being. However, my hunger means that I’m likely finally getting over this bullshit for good, whatever it is. I’m glad to have my fucking appetite back.
Knocked me out cold for the better part of 12 hours straight, and I binge watched more Gossip Girl before passing out. What a fluffy shitshow. It was my night alone, and all in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend it.
I’m off to get lunch with Zelda and Emerson in a few. If I have spoons later, there’ll be more posts!