Put a cat to sleep yesterday. Feel like I'm being a massive fuckoff inconvenience for booking in some annual for the next couple days, yet I know it'll be worse if I go in.
Not sure what the point of this comment was, but fuck it, sometimes you've gotta vent.
Tomorrow it's haircut/beard trim, meal prep, shopping and playing with fluffybutt because it's going to be weird being away from the house for approx 11 hours a day.
By 8pm tonight I was ready for bed. So I thing my sleep clock is back to normal.
Today saw a person wearing an oodie in Kmart, and someone in pyjamas in the supermarket. I think we have all collectively decided fuckit, itโs too cold.
So much for plans for the day. Boyo regretting decisions to drink much rocket fuel punch, then eat special brownies and pavement. Colourful words and contusions.
Still out in the CBD. Crazy my MIL and I are so similar. I wish she was my mum, she's put in the work to turn herself around, while having cptsd. A true inspiration to me.
I love her so much. She's just such an amazing person. I feel so blessed by the universe, after 28 years of shit, to have these people in my life.
So we finally have a bedroom door. (previous apartment didn't have one)
Except we can't close it.
The balls of fur totalling 15kg would scream at the door to be let in, once let in, they would park themselves on my wife and I, one on her side, one on top in between us, one on my side - trapping us in place.
Eating at a sandwich place outside. This person is standing โawayโ from the eating area to have her cigarette, but the wind is blowing the smoke smell right where Iโm eating. Gross.
I have a tomato plant against a wall I was hoping would survive over winter and maybe give some early fruit next year. Not only is it surviving, it has actually produced a tomato! I don't expect it to ripen in this weather, but it definitely bodes well for the early summer fruit plan.
Went into the city yesterday and went to the State Library. I thought I'd finally be able to make an appearance at one of the pro Palestine demonstrations but it was some weird anti CCP group out the front yesterday
My nose and throat feel like someone has taken to them with a scrubbing brush. And so much snot. But I have changed out of PJs (into trackies and oodie). Working up to a walk outside in the sun
I've finished sewing the covers, they look cool. Now for taking the old material off the seat pads and stapling the new on. After that sand and paint the chairs. ๐
Heading home today from my house and dog sitting duties. I thought I was going to be back in a few months for longer but it seems like my parents are going to cancel their upcoming Vegas trip.
This does open the door of possibility for me... I could go somewhere. I shall ponder. Ponder I shall.
Felt like the pits at 7:30am but a bit more sleep, water, Nurofen and sweating it out and I am getting better again. The sun is absolutely helping. It's an automatic immune booster.
Airing the house out to clear the cloud of sickly miasma that's built up over the week. Chugging so much liquid. Please let this be the beginning of the end, I can't take any more of the coughing and sinus headaches. Was coughing to the point of almost throwing up yesterday. My neighbours must hate me ๐ฌ
Braved Aldi this afternoon as the cats have suddenly decided they don't want cat food anymore, they want chicken and (sometimes) mince. I also got them pet roo stuff... We shall see.
Forgot the bloody stock cubes but did remember the ingredients for red wine and mushroom risotto, so with that one I can use Vegemite as it turns out brownish anyway.
Anyway Zooks greeted her chicken with loud purrs, so I'm good there!
Waking up at 6 once a week. Can't wait until I get a full-time job and will be in a routine where I can do this everyday. Alas, two years of study left.
For a sick day it was reasonably productive. Had a walk in the sun. Picked some some anti-snot drugs. Did a tidy up of the lounge room and about to clean off the kitchen bench. And watched more of Swedish death cleaning.
I have finally completed a long-avoided task and identified and sorted out my sewing machine feet. Some of the vintage ones took a bit of sleuthing to figure out what they are. The mechanical complexity of some of the old attachments is extremely impressive.
When Eddie toured years ago, he had Glen Hansard as his support. I got tickets at the last minute. I got stuck in traffic and couldn't find a park in St Kilda and walked into Glen Hansard ripping it out full ball on his last song. I was wanting so much to see him play, and I only got the last song. I'd seen him play the Recital Centre and he was just phenomenal. If you're ever able to see him, it's worth it .... Eddie was great, but I was actually looking forward to Glen Hansard more.
They then recorded this album (which I think is a film soundtrack), that features this song.
Nobody came last night, and the paint cans are still in front of the door. But I was so sure somebody would come that I couldn't sleep. I was up until 7:30.
I know that should be a good thing, but for my own sanity, I think I needed to see somebody come. Without seeing it, I feel like I'm going loopy