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Definitely - we have some time off coming up and it cannot come sooner, if nothing else other than to lock the door on that part of my mind, since I know this feeling only hits during work hours (thanks to a healthy dose of a decent work life balance that I’ve fought hard for). Plus, closing the laptop lid tonight will feel very sweet knowing the weekend is upon us.
Torn between that feeling of complete apathy to the work I do, and a burning passion to protect the area of knowledge and ability that I’ve carved out for myself.
Like, on the on hand: couldn’t give melted diarrhoea in a plastic cup, as much as the work gives me the bum squirts due to stress. But on the other hand: I will ball my fist around a roll of dollar coins and smack a bish who steps on my plot.
Huh, the more you know! I worked with a guy who got necrosis from a white tail - but he was definitely a candidate for pre-diabetes so that could explain it. And look, it wasn’t that bad, maybe like a pinky nail-sized hole? But still, I can deal with a lot of things. Spiders, nope. Not a fan of something so small being able to damage me like that.
I’ve been in those situations before - people you used to hang with and now you’ve drifted so far apart that they’re… no longer friends but also not strangers? And yea, confused is definitely the vibe. A melancholic confusion - there’s something that’s lost, through no one’s real fault, but it’s nevertheless gone. What once was is no more.
A friend who I hadn’t seen for ages asked me recently what my music taste was like now and I answered with “It’s easier to say I’m not into something (Country, mumble rap and most R&B) than pin down a genre.” Which is true - Spotify at the end of every year spews out its stats and somehow I managed to listen to a shit ton of different genres.
BUT! The recent Spotify DJ guy, as well as the daylist thing really has hit home how much prog metal I still listen to.
Fingers crossed the earlier dose works tonight. I took one last night a lot earlier than I normally do and it completely knocked me out cold. The only thing that hurt was the alarm smacking me straight out of a dream when it went off this morning.
And yes - get you some natural vitamin D! Do it!!! DOOO ITT!!
Whitetails and necrosis is something that worries the hell out of me. I don’t care that they’re not deadly - I don’t want no flesh-eating spidey bite to remind me some little fucker was able to invade me like that!
I know you’re not looking for medical advice so I’ll just say, hopefully you’ve managed to use antiseptic on the area and given it a good clean (or three). That and ibuprofen might help with the swelling.
I went outside into my garden and looked at all my lavender (it has self-set everywhere, as a “weed” is wanton to do, and I’ve dug it up and planted it in some form of order) - there’s plenty of flowers and yet not a bee to be seen. It was really fucking depressing.