My room smells like dog pee. Clover wet the bed. Well her bed, not mine. I had to throw it out. Now she is hiding in my closet atop dirty blankets.... ::sigh:: I have a broken office chair. I tried to fix it but apperently I am not a fixit type. First day of class today. It went well. Im taking a break from the pile of reading I have already for this class. I have super bad anxiety now that my wifey is gone. I never realize how much I depend on her till she is gone... well I guess I did realize that the other day while she was still in town but thats beside the point.
I dunno. Im kinda numb but anxious... make sense? Not really to me either.
Fuuuccckkkk. Psychotic breakdown number 4. Sweet.
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I dunno. Im kinda numb but anxious... make sense? Not really to me either.
Fuuuccckkkk. Psychotic breakdown number 4. Sweet.
<3
BTW, everyone thinks I'm skilled in technical matters and have some aptitude for "guy stuff." It's pure rubbish, because the only secret to fixing or assembling objects is just plain stubbornness. I will read a manual or instruction leaflet for some gadget and invariably have no idea whatsoever what any of it means. I just continue to struggle, rereading the thing endlessly and pondering the device until I finally figure it out. I particularly enjoy explaining this to women so they don't swallow that nonsense about being genetically incapable of doing certain things. We can learn anything that isn't intolerably boring for us to pursue with sufficient tenacity.
I hope that helps!