Chasing Dreams
Dec. 3rd, 2020 10:03 amI dreamt that Justin texted me something important, and when I went to message him, saw he'd previously asked me how I was, but I thought that was my message he'd left on Read. I gave him a brief rundown, asked him how he was doing....and he left it on Read. I also messaged Chip, since it had been a while. Ryan is back for a bit and has been dying his hair green, Wendell has gone traveling to see Dongs Around The World. I'm happy for him, however much awkwardness there is under the surface between him and Chip. Tim also texted me, relatively early for him, and even included a Mr. Rogers track. I'm approaching Ho-ness again, however long that road might be. The biggest obstacle, so to speak, is my belly. I don't need to feel "thin enough," because that simply doesn't exist, but if I can get back down around or under 150, I'll be okay.
Someone posted a humorous note about holding plank, and the relative speed of time. I started replying, but given the novels I sometimes write instead of brief commiserations, I ultimately just made a post of my own about Katie McIver's warmup. It was an odd memory echo, particularly seeing folks I used to dance with reacting.
I tried to stay focused at work, especially since I had (Possible? Probable?) Jury Duty on Friday. I was irritated, though not terribly surprised, that the city had reinstated standard parking restrictions, even as the city returned to curfews and the like. I did, at least, remember to call after 5pm, and didn't have Jury Duty, but did still need to call for the next few nights. I'm not even sure how to handle that as far as attendance at work, but whatever.
My wig arrived from Aliexpress, but I didn't have the patience to unwrap it and put it on. Despite not having Jury Duty tomorrow, I smoked as much as I could, and took my meds a little early, just so I could float a bit. I'm aware this is awkward ground, though I don't think Seroquel is addictive, and of course that whole "sleeping med" part could get awkward. Why is Numb so hard to get to?
Someone posted a humorous note about holding plank, and the relative speed of time. I started replying, but given the novels I sometimes write instead of brief commiserations, I ultimately just made a post of my own about Katie McIver's warmup. It was an odd memory echo, particularly seeing folks I used to dance with reacting.
I tried to stay focused at work, especially since I had (Possible? Probable?) Jury Duty on Friday. I was irritated, though not terribly surprised, that the city had reinstated standard parking restrictions, even as the city returned to curfews and the like. I did, at least, remember to call after 5pm, and didn't have Jury Duty, but did still need to call for the next few nights. I'm not even sure how to handle that as far as attendance at work, but whatever.
My wig arrived from Aliexpress, but I didn't have the patience to unwrap it and put it on. Despite not having Jury Duty tomorrow, I smoked as much as I could, and took my meds a little early, just so I could float a bit. I'm aware this is awkward ground, though I don't think Seroquel is addictive, and of course that whole "sleeping med" part could get awkward. Why is Numb so hard to get to?