Seriously, Don’t Read This One

  • Hard to avoid the medical nonsense at the moment.
  • Getting the PICC line out as soon as someone figures out the orders.
  • I cannot adequately express how much I’m anticipating this.
  • I have had to sit here and watch the muscle melt from my bones, what little cardio I had left evaporate.
  • I can do stretches and whatnot.
  • I’ve done less than I could’ve.
  • (Gotta stress that part; I could be doing better rather than sitting here whining about it.)
  • I was doing the walking, but that damn rash.
  • But the rebuilding begins soon as that thing is out.
  • Gone along with the excuses.
  • Today or tomorrow, we’re turning the corner.
  • I hate waiting.
  • I hate waiting on anything.
  • Patience is not one of my virtues.
  • Other people spending my Time currency is going to be less and less tolerated as we progress.
  • (One of my hospital room revelations.)
  • The other medical stuff … We’ve been taking care of Mom for almost a week.
  • Hard seeing your parent in pain.
  • She’s doing well, obviously.
  • Knew she would.
  • Having to keep tabs on her to make sure she doesn’t overdo it.
  • Because that’s where I get it from, after all.
  • Have had birthdays in the last week.
  • Have a friend who’s lost a parent.
  • Had a dumbass internet death scare.
  • It’s a lot.
  • And that’s leaving out the unnecessary, manufactured unrest of the country.
  • Hope you are taking care of yourselves.
  • Oh, the other thing.
  • The bigger thing.
  • At the precipice of returning to work.
  • Probably going to ease into some wfh these next two weeks before we go back to the Mayo.
  • If they let me, anyway.
  • If they don’t, I’ll sit here and burn out the rest of my FMLA and continue to fend off the creeping work stress.
  • Because it gets into my head even when I’m not there.
  • Insidious.
  • And bullshit.
  • Work isn’t why we’re here.
  • The toll is overpriced.
  • I’m sorry, but you’re never going to convince me of the validity of Puritanical work ethos.
  • It’s propaganda.
  • You know, this is not what the list is for.
  • Not its purpose.
  • (Though this one’s pretty typical for a Monday.)
  • It’s not supposed to be a journal.
  • Supposed to be a little more on the entertainment side.
  • Like, I started reading T. Kingfisher’s “Nettle and Bone” a couple nights ago.
  • Digging it so far.
  • Pretty prose.
  • Interesting world.
  • I had to take a break from Carl and Donut.
  • Not sure if that’s an indictment of me or the book.
  • Probably me.
  • Adult onset adhd.
  • Which I’m more inclined to think is happening.
  • Boredom induced.
  • Takes more to hold my interest outside of that goddamn phone.
  • Oh.
  • That reminds me.
  • The other day, I saw an Instagram post that used the word “seggs” (with the e as an asterisk) to substitute for sex.
  • What the actual fuck.
  • Apparently the algorithms are filtering for language, so people are coming up with “creative” ways to get around it.
  • Which makes them sound like 12yos.
  • Seggs.
  • This world is starting to piss me off.
  • More.
  • Seriously though, what kind of head-in-the-sand person are you if you can’t even read the word “sex?”
  • Pretending something doesn’t exist is not the way you cope with anything.
  • Avoidance is the enemy.
  • Another one of those things where … I’m sorry you can’t deal with it, but that doesn’t give you the right to make others filter it for you.
  • A country a third-filled with adult-aged infants.
  • Check out some of the stuff in the Big Beautiful Bill if you don’t believe me.
  •  Politicians of all kinds are not looking out for us.
  • There are a few.
  • But most of them do not understand … do not gaf … about the public service aspect of their “jobs.”
  • I should not post this one.
  • Reread it.
  • Should not.
  • It’s all an angry little man gnashing his teeth and spewing verbal frustration.
  • Cept for that one little part about the book.
  • We rewatched “Super 8” over the weekend.
  • Could not help but notice the influence it had on “Stranger Things.”
  • (Damn you, Facebook, for making italics a pain in the ass. Yes, I know you can, but the hoops make it ridiculous. However, the quotes around titles when they should be italicized drives me insane.)
  • Good flick, though.
  • Again, reminds me of the gang and our tween and teen adventures.
  • People close to me keep trying to convince me to write a book of those adventures.
  • I don’t want to because … I’m the protagonist in my memories, and those are suspect and not necessarily accurate depictions of other points of view.
  • I would hate it if I wrote it from mine, it did not line up with theirs, and they hated it.
  • Like, there’s an audience of eight, and their approval is more relevant than an Amazon rating.
  • Sure, it sounds like an excuse.
  • But I have a lot of lines I will not cross.
  • Would it be liberating to have fewer morals?
  • Fewer ideals?
  • Less guilt?
  • Less responsibility?
  • If you do not feel responsibility, then you’re probably not paying an internal price.
  • If you’re not paying an internal price, you can do whatever you want.
  • Look down on whoever you want.
  • Be Gordon Gekko with his “Greed is good” bullshit.
  • And as karma (and other things) isn’t real …
  • Now we’re getting somewhere, right?
  • The heart of those differing perspectives.
  • One of the Discord denizens discovered Spotify uses AI “bands.”
  • I read about a month ago about them creating AI “artists” and having them cover a song and then throwing those into the algorithm.
  • There’s AI as a tool that can help us do some things more efficiently.
  • Then there’s AI used for creating profit at the expense of artists’ careers.
  • Again, greed isn’t good.
  • Goddammit.
  • This list is a skippable offense.
  • I warned you at the beginning.
  • Or I will when I post it anyway, which puts these last bullets into the time loop.
  • Have the Monday you deserve.
  • Take the Monday you deserve.
  • Fucking take it.
  • (The “take” is italicized.)
  • (Which means jack on the blog because I can italicize there.)
  • (But I write in Word.)
  • (if I cut-and-paste from the blog, it jacks up the facebook post.)
  • (Screw all this; I’m moving to monetization land.)
  • (I may not be able to do lists for work anymore.)
  • (These may have destroyed my filter.)
  • (“Who will life to escaping? Who is bad milk blood robot? Scream not working because space make deaf.”)

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