thepnutgallery | Tumblr's New Hat (Reply)

Not taking Seroquel was a mistake. I woke up in those still-dark-but-technically-morning hours, and I should have taken a pill. Instead, I laid there with my eyes closed until the sun came up.

I thought it was about time to check in on everyone, but I couldn't get a good shot of me in my Harmony Bear shirt and I don't seem to have lost much weight since I stopped drinking all the time, so I just posted an image of their symbol instead. Bonus, I thought about a comic or game where each Care Bear comes from their own faction of Affection, like a warm fuzzy Lantern Corps. Maybe I'll make one.

Maybe because I split my post, I didn't get as many people reaching out to me as I have with my prior check-ins. Richard was sad because SAD, so I advised him to lucid dream his holidays. They're times of celebration - celebrate how and what ever the fuck you want to. Keep it within that region of the thematic spectrum if you want to. It was VD, so I'd celebrate how much I love LMF, or my friends, etc. My journal took much longer than I expected, but I'm thinking of journaling as a hobby, just one where the ROI suffers drastically if you don't keep up with it. So IDGAF how much time this hobby takes from other hobbies.

I played Diablo 2 solo, which was a little surreal. I tried to play it as a substitute for ~~love~~G, but it didn't work so well. Obv. I made use of the Hero Editor to go at the pace I wanted to. Yes, still a deity walking the digital earth, but not so insane that things died at the sight of me. Though I've done that before in other games. That beautiful juncture between winning and addiction (side note: here, addiction doesn't focus on unable to resist, more unable to moderate. One is too many, a thousand's not enough.) since that was a loophole in the existing rules of the game.

I smoked a storm, still frustrated at never reaching high "enough" and found a new Tumblr. It's literally called "newTumbl," and it strongly resembles Tumblr OG. I found some happy pinnipeds and some hot guys. The world is healing. I beat off for a very long time, simultaneously enjoying beating off (obv...but also not obv), flaying myself for not finding weed before GHB, and acknowledging that even if I had found weed first, I'd have still wanted moar and still moved to GHB, if not meth. I think too much.

I crashed early, of course, but the shrieking at myself over not being productive enough was lackluster, which I think is progress.