The downside to the combination of working from home and getting up at the same time all seven days of the week (for maintaining a medication & exercise schedule) is that Friday just means I don’t have to sign in to all of the work-related software & websites the next day.
I spent most of the past year playing one of two games. Clearly, if you’ve been here before, you know all about one of them. What about the other one?
Let’s get into that.
There’s a sizeable contingent of 3H players (myself included) who adore this guy, which may tell you everything you need to know about 3H fandom.(more…)
Among the mental, emotional struggles one faces while working from home during a pandemic, surely the greatest is the conflict between knowing you have limited (so, so limited) physical space for things and the desire to use retail therapy as a means of keeping your happiness levels somewhere above subterranean.
This message was prompted by the manga and the shiny math rocks order shipment email messages I received today.
Every year, Vyx does some kind of advent-calendar-y thing, because she’s creative and such that way. For Yuletime 2021, this took the form of a series of small envelopes with stickers inside.
Here’s all 24, in order top to bottom, left to right. (There was no 25th.)
I want to use all of them. I want to use none of them. This is the eternal struggle of someone who likes stickers.
At some point I’m going to need a sticker storage device, aren’t I?
I spent most of the start of the 21st century not worrying about medical stuff. But everything changed when the Fire Nation diabetes attacked.
For various reasons, and I’m going to guess that the ongoing, possibly never-ending COVID situation is high on that list, the primary care physician I’ve been working with since mid-2020 is leaving the clinic I was going to, which means I need to line up a new doctor. You’d think that in the year twenty twenty two I could just go to a website and click a few times to set that sort of thing up, but no, a phone call is still required.
I hate phone calls.
But I sucked it up and made the phone call anyway, because “not dying” is kind of important to me. Yay, I pretended to be an adult!
Hopefully by this time next week I’ll be properly assigned to a physician again and I can keep getting my stay-above-ground medicines.
