I was in the shed facing the closed laptop when I decided to plunge in. I was plunged for over four hours. I had to leave the shed after it was done so it meant an outside ride on a cold and rain-likely day.Then it rained on me. The battery was turned off when the fall got heavy but I was close to home and got back before I got too wet. It was brutal though, riding in the easiest of gears up slopes that were barely slopes. I'm proud I plunged in; but four hours was a lot.
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My anxiety was up from yesterday's bodkining and so the laptop remained closed. I'd set myself a deadline but I just couldn't do it. My IBS is raging from anti-biotics and I dreamed this morning someone kept pushing then grabbing me at the edge of a cliff and dream me thought he was going to die. So with all of that, plus the return of family noise, meant Valium and an afternoon sleep and no work.
I am a lackadaisical washer of clothes; I let them build up before I do a wash because I don't like washing clothes.In my non-salaried work life I am at home and on doctor's orders wearing short shorts. Only I've run through all my t-shirts and so now, thanks to my washing build up, I am wearing work shirts—the shirts I wore in a normal workplace—with my short shorts. It looks like I'm all business above the waist but it's party time below. It's a weird combo.
The South (willnotriseagain): Klan members were shocked April 23 when noted demagogue and shill for things that have chicken bones, Alex Jones, said KKK mid management were racist black people."Because let me tell you, the real big secret is the real KKK at the midlevel is a bunch of racist black people who hate black people," said Jones."You know tha
The horror work returned with fresh horror; I had two anxiety attacks even 'fore I cracked the seals on this new set of tomes of soul-yanking terror. I got caught trapped in a space out, tears rolling on the second attack but got snapped out of it. But seals cracked, skim given and that's all I set out to do today. Ahead lies the real crunch of the cockroach.As I skimmed, then did nerd work, power tools, motorbikes and bass guitar were pounding the soundscape.
I waited for him in the dark of the alley when Ankle came staggering out. He always left by the backdoor so he could piss in the alley before staggering home; he found the toilets at the pub not fit for his feet reasoning the outside alley was cleaner for rain than the pub's toilets whose only water splashed was that from the men that made it.I waited until he was midstream, where he'd relaxed the muscle inside a man that prevents an honest flow.
I have a body that's best described as "a fat hairy cherub that grew up".That was not lost on me as I did a wee outside, one foot raised because it was sore and copied the pose you sometimes see on a water fountain cherub statue that is pissing out the water.I'd like to see that; an aged-out adult cherub with a pained expression as he blasts forth a tepid dribble.Take that, fountains! (shakes fist)
I woke up maudlin knowing there was horror work to do and asking myself if it was worth it. What will it achieve? Will it do anything? Is trying making me sicker?I lay on my bed with my tablet with that looming grey mist ahead. Then I saw my battery level was 69%.Heh heh ... 69.So it can't be all bad if I can still laugh at that.
It's not meant to, it was an accident, but I managed somehow to slam the pedal of the BYB into my shinbone just outside a McDonald's. I yelled and said words that are not great as I went down ramps to reach lakeside and ride.A pedal connecting to the shinbone is painful. Not piercing and squeezing an ever boil painful but painful nonetheless. I have a bruise across my lower leg where it struck. Fucking hell.