fake raccoon diagnostics (~)
I guess I just need a place to take stock. None of this is of any great consequences. I'm just chittering out loud again.
=(n).(n);=
I'm stressed, though. NOLA is nice, but it's a lot less nice when the city is shut down. Meanwhile, it's too hot...
we're slowly building into a Holy Shit Actual Infestation of local bugs which is REALLY starting to fuck with me...
which means we basically have to clean the ENTIRE APARTMENT top to bottom in the near future, for Reasons...
and my finances have been two steps forward two steps back since they cut my salary and rolled back my merit raises due to COVID...
it's been one stress-dream after another and I'm tired of waking up angry and embarrassed from having a big imaginary social meltdown night after night...
I'm noticing a huge gap between my work productivity and my assistant's, and I'm wondering how long it'll be until my boss, or worse, HIS boss notices too...
I'm no longer able to function without a level of coffee that is just below health experts' "umm don't do this" level...
pretty much all the sources of physical pleasure in my life have dried up except for snuggling Peg (which is admittedly real nice)...
and while we just passed a huge expansion to our medical marijuana laws, now I get to stress out over a big embarrassing reckoning with my doctor over trying to get a recommendation...
which also means one of: straightening out a bunch of insurance red tape with my current doctor, starting all OVER again with a new PCP my insurance will fully fund, or shelling out even more money...
and i feel guilty as hell because these are all pretty trivial problems compared to what most of America is going through right now...
oh and Pride inflaming the usual "not queer enough/not trans at all you big creepy perverted faker who only started being a girl to get attention on sex MUCKs" stuff
Otherwise, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine! I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Raccoon is fine. She's fine. He's fine. They're fine. We're all fine. *washes paws obsessively in a sink that's VERY OVERDUE for scrubbing, laughs, and maybe froths and twitches a little*
re: fake raccoon diagnostics (~)
Counterpoints:
- City Park is still pretty as hell
- I am KILLING IT in the kitchen lately even if I have to wash everything before I use it Because Bugs
- the cats are fuckin' adorable and even deign to seek petting
- Peggy and I have gotten our average dispute resolution time down to 30 seconds and our usual dispute tactics to Maximum Cuteness
- my favorite burrito, BBQ, cafe, bakery, and snoball shops are all open again and observing safe distancing
- people are actually buying prints of Peg's Sumerian toilet kitty, wtf
- just got some bookshelves as an early birthday present
- Civ 6 is far better than I was lead to believe
- The new MMJ legislation kicks in as early as August 1st, so maybe I can actually END THE TOLERANCE BREAK FROM HELL; even if I somehow can't get a card, someone in Peg's circle surely will
So I mean, I'm mostly actually fine.
