It's funny the small capabilities you lose for being psychologically injured. Being able to trim my own fingernails with ease for one. With trembling hands it is difficult to do.But I hunted down a pair of baby safe nailclippers from the tupperware box of assorted medicarnia and with care set forth on the task.I succeeded; and without trimming into the quick either.
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Being a bundle of nerves I dropped two valium before the public performance. Then roughly 15 hours later I sharted. Though sharting is not listed as a side effect for most people it seems to be a side effect for me.The irony being when it happened I got distressed. Mainly at getting to the toilet without leakage.Valium: good in the moment but for me at least it comes with blowback ... or blowout.
I did another "in the public" performance piece. It went okay. But then I was followed by someone so awesome I thought instantly "she's won it".And she did. I like that my assessment chops are good enough to pick a winner. I was pissing sweat on a humid night but once I was done my body re-synced and the sweat went away thanks to the cool of air-con.Until I then stepped back out into the hot humid night. Now I am pissing sweat again.Thanks a lot, sultry Canberra evening.
El Presidenté Trumpo has announced his supreme court pick of Neil Gorsuch and he is an originalist.
It was in the dark that I encountered the robot, its bulbous head slipping into my mouth when I eagerly sought something else refreshing. I got a combo pack at the cinema whose drink cup lid came with a Rogue One plastic bust of one of the characters—in this case a droid whose name I do not know.
One of the shitty aspects of having a shitty psychological injury is the increased propensity to drop things—the wound and medication cause hand tremours whose severity varies depending on overall anxiety. My fingers also spring open of their own accord unless I actively concentrate to hold it when picking something up.I picked up a glass mug balanced on a glass mug beneath it but my trembling hand meant it hooked the one beneath and the mug fell to shatter into a cloud of a hundred splinters
There's a view that Trump voters voted for him because of their pain.Crap. They voted for him because he was the projection of their nativist id and immoral certitude.I have little sympathy for the impact that Trump will have on his supporters.I believe Trump is the dead cat bounce of white male privilege and I heartily suspect he will be gone before 2020.But then I didn't think there were enough deluded people to have voted him in.
Not being a scholar of US law, even if it doesn't violate the first amendment for harshing on a singled-out religion, Trump's action to ban people from entering the US from a list of seven Muslim countries is nothing less than a knife to the heart of that amendmen
I told theboy and his friend about the likely state of Trump's hair at natural rest—bald on top, long at the back. And at play then the hair is combed forward then frozen with spray.They were horrified. They could not see the value of such a falsehood.I started balding at 26—at the crown. I had an arse-long pony tail at the time.The PT was gone about a week later.Donald Trump's hair is a metaphor for his being; a glittering facade on a ball of crap.Going bald? Don't fight it.
I got told off by a nine-year-old for swearing. It's fair enough too; he comes from a non-swearing household. I think I said "shit". Time to go back to g-rated curse mode; Flibberty Gibbets!