Sure, I’m staying up late reading the news in absolute terror now. But if Trump taught me anything, it’s that eventually even abject evil gets old after awhile.
That’s not a good thing. It just means I’ll stop checking for updates some day and at least go to bed on time. Can’t do much for the world if I’m ready to pass out the whole day.
I guess that doesn’t make today “worth it,” but it’s reassuring to know we have a plan for where to go if shit gets out of hand and we actually do get into a nuke war.
But of course, that’s assuming we live through the first wave at all. If we don’t, well, that’s a lot less to worry about, I guess.
I studied it in high school and what with me picking up Spanish again, I was thinking, maybe I could brush up on those lessons, too.
But ya know what, fuck it. All I really need to know how to say is “Blow me” to Putin, and fingers crossed he’ll be taken out in his sleep soon by the next creep in line.
So that’s one less thing to worry about.
Sorry to all the poor kids in Russia that were shoved into a bullshit war. Your leaders suck and you’re going to die pointlessly, even if you “win.” I’ll ask Google to translate that for me.
I get overwhelmed a lot lately. I have more responsibilities than I can remember, and I constantly fear I’m letting everyone down.
But some other folks have confided similar feelings to me, and I take comfort that my anxiety is pretty normal. Turns out you have to be a real fucking idiot to have this much to do and go, “Pfft, that’s easy, it’s done already.” Only dumbasses have the confidence of being in charge. Everyone else is secretly torn up and just really good at putting on a stage face.
So, basically, don’t read this blog and my illusion will work.
Like, for real organized. And not the regular inbox with day to day stuff, either. I’m talking about the big inbox, the one with all the complicated internal projects and management stuff I’ve had to put off for months.
Note that I didn’t say I made progress on all of it. But it’s organized.
I’m like 18 days in on my new workout routine. Well, not “new,” more like “the thing I stopped doing because I’ve been real busy and/or depressed the last few years.”
I’m explicitly not to trying to lose weight. I don’t give a shit about my weight anymore. Whatever. I’m fine with this body being the size and shape it is.
But I do want to be able to climb stairs without having to take a break to catch my breath. And the exercise is surely, if slowly, doing what I want. I’m exchange, my legs are just like constantly sore. Still a fair trade.
Also, I haven’t had a drink in… three weeks? That’s it? Ugh. Sobriety would be easier if it didn’t feel so long.
I’ve barely played the game, but the show is a good watch. Not a bad thing at all for the kids to have on in the background constantly.
In our continuing return to normalcy, today we’ll be going to H-Mart for the first time in over two years. We’ve bought some stuff online in that time, but those options are limited.
I suppose one of us could have gone individually any time during the pandemic. But that’s not the point of an H-Mart run. The point is to make it a big family affair and spend like $500, and then you go, “Oh, shit, we better not do this for another six months.”
Anyway, we’re out of everything. It’ll be fun.
My body has learned the new routine. For the last few days, I naturally woke up around 5:20 or so.
Waking up early is one of the worst things in the world and I hate it. Unfortunately it’s also the only time of day I have any reasonable guarantee I can get some free time from the kids and do either a workout or some writing.
All previous plans have fallen through because I want to sleep more. So just getting up tends to be the hardest part. Lucky me, it just became easy.
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