🔶 KLCY AXIOM Prime @kelseyhusky@awoo.space

BBL. Gotta destroy some more asteroids. Please ignore any large flashes or explosions within 1 AU of system primary.

--More time so I can do all the things I feel guilty about not doing
--Sex.
--Non-leather Size 15 ankle boots with wide, chunky style heels (not stilettos), and a small platform that are actual boots and not fashion toys that can actually support my frame without buckling.
--LEGO UCS Millennium Falcon
--Art.
--Sex.

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[sound of distress, anxiety, uncertainty, warning, and compounding errors]

Today has not gone well.

Good morning, City.

Missed my gay cousin’s birthday yesterday. So I sent him a text today.

And then my bravery core overloaded hard enough to override my fingers. And I justified the warnings in the logs by thinking “of all the people you’re related to, He’s probably the safest”. So I hit send on the second message.

His response? “Cool. I’m starting a Pride clinic in Cleveland”

He’s always gotta try and 1-up me. <^_^>

This might go better than I’ve been fearing.

Kelsey: probably derived from an Old English given name Ceolsige, which meant "ship's victory"

Astra: Greek meaning: "star"
Norse meaning: "divine strength"
Latin meaning: "From astralis meaning of the stars, derived from the Greek astron meaning star"

Kelsey Astra: Victorious Starship.

I love my name.

Yeah. This seems like the perfect time to do this. 35 years of uptime next Saturnday. My dad is getting his dialysis shunt installed on the 3rd.

I'm sick of seeing Drafts (1) in my email. I want to be me, and I can't keep putting it off.

Mom deserves to know why I've been sounding happier when I call her.

Latest labs are back. Results:

AC1 is down to pre-diabetes range, so my diet controls have been working.

My T levels are still elevated, so I'm doubling up on my T-blockers. I should probably switch to my insurance's mail-in pharmacy, so that I can get bigger supplies.

Weight is still trending downward.

Boob Weather Update: A top-shelf is now visibly forming, with accompanying jiggle physics during jogging and stair animations. Also, OW!

As a dog person:

Cones are not for shame.

They are cones of protection.

There is no shame in having been cared for.

Fellow dogs: Wear your cones proudly and without stigma!
#dontconeshameme

Okay! That is two horrible and anxiety generating tasks checked off my list. 3.5 more hours of work, then traffic, then back home for movie night and whatever after-hours pages come through.

I can officially try to relax Wednesday night. Next week.

Recharge pad is calling me so hard right now.

Okay, got some energy back from helpful friends and dumping food into the reactor tank. Time for the 2nd half of the day. And then the 3rd half of the day tonight, where the sev2 pages will happen.

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you get paged for a sev2, after about an hour of recharge time, you can't do anything about it from home, so yo have to go into the data center, and when you reach out to the people who know what they're doing, you get told that they are busy with other tasks, and to just follow the normal procedure for device down. Which you don't know, because you've been working with a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SERVICE for a year.

Nights like this make me want to quit this job and go back to Desktop Support. At least there I was useful and appreciated and could fix things and be seen fixing things.

"You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse driving consumerism, don't you?"

BTW: Good Omens is delightful and a roaring fun read so far. And the show is a lot of fun too. Too bad the fundies got Netflix to stop making more of it.

-- Swimsuits are bullshit sometimes, but i need to get one that fits and can withstand the way I play. The pride-pandering impulse purchase was just a little bit too small to be comfortable or Rex enough for all these chocolate curves.

-- Diving after a 17 year gap has made me realized just how much my bio-frame has changed from the cached tactile map from my Varsity days. There are a couple of things there that weren't there the last time.

-- Feeling my tits bob and float on the surface at the shallow end is such a fun and silly feeling. I love it.

I forgot just how much fun playful immersion is. I haven't played water in 17 years. And I didn't realize how much I missed and needed it. I'm gonna be in the fabrication lab for a while. Gotta start speccing out a water-play frame and platform.