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Jun. 7th, 2020 12:01 amA large part of me feels exhausted and overwhelmed and like there's a tiny person inside my sinuses hammering on the inside of my head trying to get out. And I feel like an ass for being in that space, I'm not an effective ally and other people live entire lives of exhaustion and overwhelmedness and probably even tiny angry sinus men.
We got our first imperfect delivery box, and it came with a friend, a second box of produce that imperfect couldn't take back for safety reasons and we couldn't really make adequate use, so I got to deliver it to someone else. Seeing a person in person who isn't a partner or spark or the dog walker was weird and strangely moving.
I never want to talk about what I'm reading or cooking because I want to save those for the month-summaries but I did do things today other than contemplate home self-trepanning. But there are days when I think I do little other than clean, cook and read.
I bit the corner of my mouth badly last night, and just keep biting it. It feels like a metaphor for something, but I don't know what it would be.
Nonsense killed her rabbit friend this morning. It was only a matter of time, one day she was going to catch up with it and apparently the shock of a large animal burying its nose in bunbun was enough to cause bunbun to die. The dog didn't do anything violent, and was trying to nibble-groom the rabbit's fur, much like she does to the cats. She was, of course, deeply traumatized by Light shouting her away from the rabbit and/or the rabbit's death and I feel really bad for her, probably much worse than she herself feels. (I'm apparently still relatively cold-hearted about prey animals, I think my childhood cat broke me of that many many years ago)
Though I suspect I might be touchier about birds, though we're almost certainly never going to have an outdoor cat and it's not like Nonsense has ever gotten close to touching the mourning doves despite her enthusiasm. But, I believe we have a boy and girl brown headed cowbird at our feeder now, and I'm stupidly excited about having possibly identified them.
My back tattoo is all raised and itchy again and I have no idea why, but I'm just going to take some extra benadryl and try not to think about it too much and hope ambien wins out over histamines eventually.
We got our first imperfect delivery box, and it came with a friend, a second box of produce that imperfect couldn't take back for safety reasons and we couldn't really make adequate use, so I got to deliver it to someone else. Seeing a person in person who isn't a partner or spark or the dog walker was weird and strangely moving.
I never want to talk about what I'm reading or cooking because I want to save those for the month-summaries but I did do things today other than contemplate home self-trepanning. But there are days when I think I do little other than clean, cook and read.
I bit the corner of my mouth badly last night, and just keep biting it. It feels like a metaphor for something, but I don't know what it would be.
Nonsense killed her rabbit friend this morning. It was only a matter of time, one day she was going to catch up with it and apparently the shock of a large animal burying its nose in bunbun was enough to cause bunbun to die. The dog didn't do anything violent, and was trying to nibble-groom the rabbit's fur, much like she does to the cats. She was, of course, deeply traumatized by Light shouting her away from the rabbit and/or the rabbit's death and I feel really bad for her, probably much worse than she herself feels. (I'm apparently still relatively cold-hearted about prey animals, I think my childhood cat broke me of that many many years ago)
Though I suspect I might be touchier about birds, though we're almost certainly never going to have an outdoor cat and it's not like Nonsense has ever gotten close to touching the mourning doves despite her enthusiasm. But, I believe we have a boy and girl brown headed cowbird at our feeder now, and I'm stupidly excited about having possibly identified them.
My back tattoo is all raised and itchy again and I have no idea why, but I'm just going to take some extra benadryl and try not to think about it too much and hope ambien wins out over histamines eventually.