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Yeeeeeesh this week just continues to suck. This about sums it up.



And now my wrist looks and feels EXACTLY like this.

It's been a rough week and I feel pretty drained, and when that happens I can't stop daydreaming. I hate it. It makes me feel like shit because the stuff I daydream about (probably) ain't gonna happen. But I seriously can't stop. I guess my mind just doesn't know what else to do but to try to escape the shattering horror of reality. I jest. It's not that bad, I'm just too sensitive.

I'm once again posting this picture I drew a few weeks ago because I just wanted to point out that Scandinavia is markedly absent.



To be honest I couldn't bring myself to draw that phallic landmass. I'm embarrassed I couldn't. I bet Annie just loves the fact that her nation and its neighbors look like a dick. I wonder if Floridians feel the same way. Maybe I'd rather live in a place that looks like a penis than a place that looks like a gun. You know, my entire outlook on life might be different if I lived on a giant penis. What do you think?

Annie warning.

Redbeard3 and I were discussing the kinds of things I could order at a bar, given that I don't drink. Of course, the conversation started with my obvious question of "hmmm I wonder if I could get limeade at a bar?" I knew they probably wouldn't have it and Redbeard3 confirms that they wouldn't. I know they'd have OJ (which I hate) but Rb3 said they'd have cranberry juice too (which I like). But then we got to discussing the lameness of ordering juice at a bar. I might as well order a tall glass of milk. I do like slushy drinks so a virgin strawberry daiquiri would probably be best (since when is it spelled dai-quiri? wtf?) I've ordered those before. A daiquiri is a girly drink, but I am a girl so I could get away with it I suppose.

Also I know I could get a cherry coke at a bar, if I could still drink coke. While at the beach at a restaurant/bar I asked if they had cherry coke and they said they didn't, but I could get a Shirley Temple (I realized quickly that the waitress probably thought I was under 21) or they could cook up a cherry-coke-like thing by mixing coke and grenadine, which they did. Not enough grenadine. Ah well. Can't win 'em all.

I started reading my chess book a LITTLE bit. It's the strategy I find hard to grasp. And I'm uneasy about competition so I would never play it when I was trying to learn before, and thus I still have no idea of strategy. I have a pretty good other book, it's kind of like mini chess puzzles. It's by Bruce Pandolfini, who apparently studied under Bobby Fischer and is the subject of the movie Searching for Bobby Fischer (I haven't seen it).

Page after page he gives you a board with pieces on it and you have to figure out how to achieve the goal (it may have just been checkmate for each puzzle) in the best, most elegant way possible. That is a good way to learn but I still found my brain empty when I faced an opponent (and I was only facing a computer opponent when I did get up the nerve to play). I'll go through the book again though. I didn't write in it, I wrote my guesses on paper in that wacky chess notation that I need to relearn. I remember it was helpful. Sort of.

If the week wasn't already bad enough, I forgot to pick up my antipsychotic prescription before my pharmacy closed today, and they're closed tomorrow, so I had to scramble to get my doc to call in a prescription at a 24-hour pharmacy. Won't be ready until 11pm. And unfortunately the person I live with is not helping at all. Both of us just makes it worse for one another which is one of the reasons I have to move.

And it sucks because the only good leads on places I'm finding are in Virginia and I don't want to move that far away. I might have to. I'm just afraid to move to unfamiliar territory. Who knows, maybe that would be good for me.

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