I had another go at my facial scar ridge for most of the day. At 3 pm I put the cream on.I can't stop having a go at it and I'm usually spacing out while doing it, trapped in a dark cloud of memory.I'll try better tomorrow. It's gratifying to have at even though it stings for the eight hours of pick, pick, pick.Fucking OCPD twixt PTSD---plus there's only one vowel and there's one tile too many.
Articles from Harrangue Man
I heard a faint clitter-clatter on the floor---and thanks to years of handling and dropping pills knew it was one of the night time head pills that had fallen.The thing was that I'd taken the night mass of pills minutes earlier which meant one of the two yellow head meds---I'm on a doubled dose in my heightened state---had clung to my palm all that time after failing to enter my mouth when I chucked the rest in my gob.It's yet another oddity I now have to deal with and so after every pill mea
I was talking to myself into pinging the ping-back and yelled "it's an oblitunity!"—for I had mangled saying either obligation or opportunity then created a portmanteau from both.The word exists—if you Google for it—and the peeps that coined it give the word the same meaning; something that is both an obligation and an opportunity; i.e. if you see an opportunity to act then you have an obligation to act. I saw the oblitunity and I took it.
I have mobility issues and trip easily. And so it came to pass I found my nose mashed up against the seat of my exercise bike.I recoiled the way you do in moments such as these and hoped the stain I saw on the way back was from my habit of balancing a coffee mug there now and then.The self-snedge. It was not nice and I nearly broke my nose doing it.
I keep thinking back to yesterday's fall and how if my head had landed a different way I'd be dead. And of the aftermath of finding myself lying in agony and in an unknown state of damage.
I was in the shed playing joyful songs when I found myself on the floor, legs akimbo, under the old wooden chair and with my head in a potting tray.I had to call for help; I was worried I’d broken my thigh and or knees.
We played Talisman, fourth edition and I lost. theboy won—after having to re-spawn as the dwarf after his wizard bit the dust in a battle with a dragon. When a character dies all their stuff goes on the square along with the monster that killed them. To get the stuff you need to kill the monster. We were all low-Strength and Craft at that point.
It's never happened before---a double ping back. I lost count of the pings sent and then two back in the one day.I got to celebrate the returned pings with YouTube-delivered anthem goodness.Now a ping back doesn't mean anything unless it leads to something; but the something won't happen without that crucial ping pinging back.And I got two.WFTW.
I love this Eurythmics medley from the SNL 25 Year reunion show which features "Here Comes The Rain Again", "Ball and Chain" and "Sweet Dreams". I love everything about it; the costumes, the music instrument change over and Annie rocking it out in true Annie style.Only when it came to the line "... I want to talk like lovers do..." I instinctively shrieked "Shane, can you please move over?!
Today's raging grief out only lasted 65 minutes—and I was mobile the whole time, not trapped in the shed like yesterday.It started in the shower and I noticed the grief out tends to start there so on return following exercise I banned myself from ranting or thinking in the shower and demanded joyful music instead bellow forth from my tremendous lungs.I think I sang about the possum that lives in the three-foot enclave between our house and the one next door and how I probably shouldn't scare