Exercise
Holden loves this song.
• The optical drive won’t read discs or burn them • The fan is on constantly regardless of the computer’s temperature or how hard it’s working • The battery is bulging and the computer tells me it needs to be replaced immediately; full charge gets me 35 minutes of time unplugged • The trackpad is malfunctioning and sticking, making it more or less impossible to actually do anything on the damn thing. It thinks it…
Nettle tea and news: Earthquakes and early onset dementia. I’m settling into the new office pretty well, but finding it stuffy and in need of a good ol’ box fan to blow my papers around. I got one of those slow-burning wood wick candles yesterday, and in between randomized songs I hear its hiss. Yesterday I left the nest to run errands and search for trinkets, and came home with an armful of weapons to…
… come in and fix shit in 20 minutes. They also inform you that in the great state of Tennessee, you have to have a license to cut hair but not to do electrical work. Interesting. No, wait. Stupid. Note to self for when I inevitably forget this: The breaker box is technically rigged, but it’s not dangerous. Illegal, maybe. But the house is not going to burn down if I leave an extra lamp…
I pretty much feel like shit mentally nearly every second of every day and I’m getting really tired of it. Fix it fix it fix it. I don’t know how.
2:15 a.m. Just ate a turkey sandwich and a pickle. Watching “Hoarders.” And I just put my very first load of baby clothes in the washer.
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I hear her now throughout the day, outside windows and doors, mewing. She’s been hanging around for a few days, peering into the windows and doors when we leave the blinds cracked or the inside door ajar. Sally has barely noticed but Jack has spent a fair amount of time opposite the glass, rolling around and rubbing his head toward her, only to be met with mirrored rolling, rubbing action. Somebody’s in neutered loooooove. I…
Well, I’m late posting this, but I’ve been slightly preoccupied. Yow. I can’t even think. I’m actually posting this from my bed with an iPad, if that tells you how out-of-whack my head is right now. My little navel orange has morphed into an avocado this week. That’s weird because around here, navel oranges tend to run bigger than avocados. So, well, whatevs. I don’t have my nifty “wacky physiological things that are happening to…
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