trying to remember the definition of the future is that it's unknowable, there are any number of things that can happen and, if I survive, it's entirely possible that bright days AND utter misery are ahead. That said, my C/PTSD broken brain isn't great at seeing there's a long term of any sort, just immediate reasons for jumpiness and of course, a past with the worst bits lost in grinding memory.
Someday, the worst of this will be lost to memory.
Hey, someone I know started a Telegram group for furries with fibromyalgia, and even though I don't need it, maybe someone out there does?
cranking Garmarna's version of "Vanner och Frander," pounding my cup in time against the table and bellowing "KLADKAKKA! GE MIG MER KLADKAKKA!" as coffee sloshes everywhere
It's wild how Astartes might fall to Chaos after the Heresy. I mean, they really haven't known any other life and in what little spare time they have they Astartes to unwind. I'm now imagining some clean cut recently-Imperial-Fist or something standing bolt upright in his new brass and pink armor yelling I'M HERE FOR SEX DRUGS AND ROCK AND ROLL a moment before he turns to the weird warped thing to his left and politely asking "how DOES one sex, drugs and rock and roll anyway?"
oh NO following a lead from weirdly the dance station I've been listening to Gruntruck and Alice in Chains' "Them Bones" and now I have the urge to drive to the Federal Way Fred Meyer in the rain to get American Spirits and new furniture at midnight or something
UPDATE: and now it's time to play Nirvana's BEST album
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
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