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Jun. 3rd, 2025 06:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI hate feeling icky and not knowing why. Not even sick exactly, just... not well. Like I woke up with a headache, but not the caffeine headache, and I'm not sure if the weather's wonky enough to have prompted it, so... headache of unknown origin. And then other body parts started listing grievances. Which isn't fun because you have to try and decide if food is safe to eat but if you don't eat, you can't take the pain killers to knock out the headache and also what if the problem is just you're hungry and probably also in need of something for that headache? DECISIONS.
So, I eventually went upstairs and grabbed my comfy sweater that I tend to wear only when I feel gross in some way (chenille sweaters make my brain happy which helps with everything else), found a Nutrigrain bar and then tossed back some ibuprofen. Now my brain is down to a dull roar and I've got actual food in the process of being made.
I also read a bit more of the last of the books C loaned me, but our MC is still on the wrong side of 'realism vs what makes a good read in fiction'. Like yes, realizing aliens are real and among us and you're in the presence of one and dear lord, they can do what's basically magic is probably going to actually break one's brain, particularly if that person is very logical to begin with, but my god, man. Get with the program because right now you're really dragging everything down and I need you to be on Artemis Darth Vader's level, or at least on mine.
Most of my wayward mail arrived over the weekend, huzzah, and I meant to take pics but again, spent yesterday feeling blargh and that only got worse. Squishable Baby Mothman stuff is so cute, I need it all. I need one that I can balance on my shoulder or around my neck for weighted goodness, so get on that, guys.
So, I eventually went upstairs and grabbed my comfy sweater that I tend to wear only when I feel gross in some way (chenille sweaters make my brain happy which helps with everything else), found a Nutrigrain bar and then tossed back some ibuprofen. Now my brain is down to a dull roar and I've got actual food in the process of being made.
I also read a bit more of the last of the books C loaned me, but our MC is still on the wrong side of 'realism vs what makes a good read in fiction'. Like yes, realizing aliens are real and among us and you're in the presence of one and dear lord, they can do what's basically magic is probably going to actually break one's brain, particularly if that person is very logical to begin with, but my god, man. Get with the program because right now you're really dragging everything down and I need you to be on Artemis Darth Vader's level, or at least on mine.
Most of my wayward mail arrived over the weekend, huzzah, and I meant to take pics but again, spent yesterday feeling blargh and that only got worse. Squishable Baby Mothman stuff is so cute, I need it all. I need one that I can balance on my shoulder or around my neck for weighted goodness, so get on that, guys.