Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

About to go back into the job that gave me a rolling panic attack for four hours yesterday.

Maybe I'll be okay today.

My first day at the new job.

I'm used to snapping my fingers and wiping out whole tribes of monsters, I tried it today and...

We are secrets to each other
Each one's life a novel
No-one else has read
Even joined in bonds of love
We're linked to one another
By such slender threads
We are planets to each other
Drifting in our orbits
To a brief eclipse
Each of us a world apart
Alone and yet together
Like two passing ships

if you're autistic, Check out Rush's "Emotion Detector".

https://open.spotify.com/track/4BG64Z9i4XACK6IRWmgIKO?si=tQLTb6mIRcivAfa_y-sehg

And if you feel like that resonates, check out the rest of the catalog. When you're the Weird Rock group, you can get away with putting Real stuff in your songs.

*For a change, escapes to the realm of emotion and feeling because the logical world is a minefield, but in like, a Good way*

Walked into a machine shop today and was face to face with a Tool Steel Dragon.

Got the job, I start tomorrow.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

You know, the most fitting label for me is also one that the community probably doesn't Like.

Because I'm intersex/hermaphrodite or something like that, but I've kinda Always been recognized as that. So, I'm Cisgender, but, uh... Like, Both.

And really, it's to the point where it doesn't Matter. I just feel like an impostor in a lotta trans spaces, because I Started Out this way. The whole Male thing was just so I could go to work and not get shat all over.

And that didn't work.

Kerithe: Does anyone else have a headmate who'll persist in front and using up all the available headspace with poisonous thinking just because they're hurting, and you'll be squished in the corner screaming 'Tap Out you stubborn bastard!" as loud as you can?

'Cause I need like... A tranquilizer gun or something for when Tohri goes all Kaiju.

TFW you're in a magic mood and communing with a Spirit you're close with who's got Infinity's home phone number, but the part of you that's good at Trig is wide awake...

Fuck I just fully understood something I read in a Clarke novel fifteen years ago.

Ugh. Car repair ordeal take 5. Gotta fix rust holes, parking brake, another tie rod, and a little hole on the muffler. >_<

Granted, this is how one gets Gud at auto repair but it's the wrong fukkin season.

Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin
Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within
I'm not giving in to security under pressure
I'm not missing out on the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes

Well, guess who can't sleep tonight!