Ads on Instagram are like "you just need this one simple supplement and you can avoid perimenopause" and then you go look up the ingredients and it's like "the heart and liver of a hare, the dried mucus glands of a thousand slugs, pulverized chicken skin and toenails, unidentified blood, and broccoli".
And like, they're not moldy and rotten and stale, but when I look at a cucumber that's all I can think of.
When I'm stressed pretty much all food becomes bad food, which means I eat unhealthy low effort crap that I don't have to think about too much or eat out. Since the season really started up at work, I am strrrrrruggling. All vegetables are rotten, everything is infested and stale and moldy, and I am so so tired.
So my supervisor wants me to not make spreadsheets to keep myself organized this year (because we have a huge amount of data in arcgis and he feels it would be a waste of time to duplicate data) and I am 100% certain that it's going to lead to utter chaos. I don't know how to order my thoughts if not through spreadsheets.
Just some of the at least ten school buses on the road home from work.
I opened my bathroom window and a wasp flew in. 🙃
The next time that my dad tells me he's done all his physical therapy exercises and it's actually just one of them and it's the one that he's supposed to do all day long anyway and he's completely forgotten about all the other ones is going to be the time that makes me snap.
It did make me realize that if someone wanted to lure me to my death, inviting me to a songwriters' circle would be the way to do it.
