Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Well, the court mitigated my fines from a $958 ticket down to $195. That finally closes this wonked up chapter in my life. Whew.

There's something nostalgic about construction... Working outside on a sunny day, remodeling a house. It's like I'm a kid building a fort or a treehouse.

Sorry I've been so stuck in the gutter lately. Losing my previous job threw me off balance on an emotional level and left me lost in my head. But, now that I'm working again, I look forward to getting back into my community and continuing to give it my all.

Looks like the planets have aligned in my favor! I now work for a general contractor and I'm allowed to bring a dog to work!

Rich people who think low income/homeless individuals shouldn't have pets deserve to be punched in the face.

I mean, seriously? For some of these people, that dog is the only thing keeping them from jumping off a bridge.

It's always a jarring experience to go into downtown Seattle. A dimension separate from everything around it. I could be in any city and the chaos is always the same. Skittering at rhe feet of skyscrapers that are the belittling hallmark of industry.

The main exception is the rustic and intimate Pike Place Market. Which feels more like Diagon Alley than the sense of cold, dystopian foreboding that's seen in the rest of Downtown.

It's so weird that I now have a job that starts at 9:30am and goes roughly to 5pm.

Being an early riser who keeps waking up at 5/6am, I'm seizing the extra hours available to just sit by the shore of Greenlake and enjoy a cup of coffee.

Note, the ritual studs I was wearing up in the mountains weren't barbells, so it's nice to find something close to that.

Finally got my claws on some bigger, juicier birthstone studs at 14 gauge. Hoping to stretch to an 10g eventually. 8g at the most.

When I was 13, I had really looooong hair. And given I barely had peach fuzz, there were multiple times I was mistaken for a girl. At the time I was ashamed of it, but now I find it amusing.

When your dopamine and serotonin levels plummet, there is a certain uneasiness that comes with facing the darkest corners for yourself. Emotional intelligence runs empty and self control has little bearing on the kind of demons that will be faced.

It's about confronting the repressed notion that you are capable of the most heinous and horrible deeds imaginable. Coming out on the end thankful that this impulsive, egotistical beast is not who you truly are.

I think I now know why I'm so drawn to plaid...

Scales...

It looks like scales!

I'm starting to realize that I only needed to go on keto for a particular period. Just long enough to face the kind of demons I needed to face before reintroducing carbohydrates. This time at a more reasonable portion size. Sometimes a vice can be as benign as a slice of cake.

Wellp. Here we go again. Intake manifold gasket blew on my new engine and once again I'm without a vehicle. Less than five days before I have to appear in court... They better get it fixed asap...

But I'm a dirty hippie, so I use a stick. xP

"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."

-Helen Keller

I'm starting to fall into the groove of the drum whenever it's time to journey. While visuals are still a faint shade of blue, I'm definitely more in tune with underlying voices and sounds.

I hope in the future I can bring people along with me. Given the snow amd the closure of Campbell Tree Grove until late May, that message is undoubtedly clear.

Overall, I had an absolutely wonderful time getting the hell out of Seattle for a few days. The solitude was a perfect space to reclaim lost parts of myself and clear off the urban residue that's gummed up my wings.