Hahahah I got done in all three of these named ones. I hope they like my username and password from ‘99 - I’m guessing it was still in the system. Sadly my others were more serious. 😆
5 shots of coffee may have been a terrible idea.
Got to sleep okay, but can’t get back to sleep now. Which, granted, may not be the coffee - could just be the regular insomnia… either way, back to two shots tomorrow. No more.
My apps tell me it was at least 30 minutes of dancing around. And depending on how loud I sang, it may also have been an off-tune concert for my neighbours….
I should have tradies over more often - my house is very clean, in that I’ve stuck the dirty dishes into the drawers so it doesn’t look like I’ve been stockpiling dishes until the dishwasher is fixed (what they’re coming over for).
I mean, they must work but who buys things because they see them on ads? I become perverse and will dig my heels in and NEVER BUY THE THING. just let me watch my YouTubes 😫
I don’t want to be on Twitter as such, but I guess it’s too simple a platform to encourage me to write something, anything. I also don’t know if I want to use my egg account or this one. Egg is private so is just me absolutely screaming to the void, this is only mostly void.
House is half cleaned. That’s impressive for the last few months. Vacuumed, mopped, sorted dishes. The rest will happen once the floors are dry. Hopefully.
Two days into my three weeks leave… googled my way down to dissociative-depersonalisation disorder today. Parts for sure. Also had a mini twitchy-freak out in bunnings because I didn’t have my music to ground me. #fuck
I feel CSU may have me in the wrong email pool… I’ve finished my post-grad, not looking to do one. plus, I don’t repeat uni’s - next up would be like Melbourne Uni or somewhere if I was going🤣 been there, done that CSU.
I miss the mania. I felt so alive when it hit. I haven’t felt it in a while. Almost makes me want to stop taking my meds in the hope of chasing it. I’m not going to, I just miss it.
I want to be awake. I’m tired of watching the ceiling.