it's a convoluted mess
TL;DR — Sara says FUCK a lot. July. There’s a four-letter word if there ever was one. According to my computer it is 9:17 AM on July 26th. And since this is the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats for June, the fact that it’s almost August should tell you how great of a month July has been for my brain. NOT GOOD, KIDS. It’s Week 70…ish. Are we still counting weeks? When do we… Keep reading…Slipping in and out of focus…
Shush, Patrick. 28 Weeks… (Or the top of 29, but who’s counting?) I just… The news… It never fucking ends… I…don’t want to talk about it. We’re a month out from the election and I have absolutely zero faith anything good will come out of it no matter which way it goes (Oh, but we all know how it’s going to go.) All I know is that I am sitting at critical mass over here… Keep reading…I could scream forever…
There is a never-ending shitstorm of bad news from an administration hellbent on destroying people’s lives. Anyone with a single shred of basic human decency can see it. There is a loud consensus as of late that if you’re not publicly screeching about what’s going on in the world, you’re contributing to the problem. If you’re not filling your Twitter/Facebook/Instagram/[insert social media platform of choice] feeds with outrage, you are helping the opposition. Silence equals… Keep reading…Always the same…
Technology hates me, I’m pretty sure. I do everything right and it still gives me the finger. If I don’t know what I’m doing or something isn’t working, I default to Bob—the guy who gets paid to beat technology into submission—and whatever problem I’m having magically WORKS for him, despite doing the exact same thing I was doing. What. Ever. FILSS. My current laptop has pretty good sound for a laptop. It’s nothing fancy. Just… Keep reading…Need a little minute…
After Park Nicollet pissed me off to epic proportions, I was slammed with a migraine/tension headache that only added to the misery of the sobbing and swearing I was doing at my desk. I grabbed my laptop and dragged it into bed, put on some music, and went to sleep. A couple lousy hours later I woke up with a headache that could best be described as: FUCK MY LIFE. I took three Aleve and… Keep reading…Cold pesto at two in the morning…
I have not seen a mental health professional since mid to late 2010. That was the last time I played the “Let’s Try This One Next” game on ADHD meds. When that prescription failed, as they all failed, I decided I’d stick things out until I needed to go back when my other prescriptions ran out. I managed to drag those remaining refills out a lot longer than I should have without doctor supervision and… Keep reading…Park Nicollet is determined to stay on my shit list forever…