Update
Still not doing well; it can be argued that I've gotten worse.
Winter has apparently decided to shove fall aside; we've had several unnaturally cold days plus several snowfall days, which worries me because a) I hate winter, and b) if it's this shitty now, what's January and February going to look like? I can't do another winter out here. 6 years of misery, and this place has utterly ruined me in so many ways.
Dad has more or less recovered from his knee surgery but we don't look for him to gain any more mobility - if anything, he's pretty much the same as he was before, albeit with slightly less grunting and groaning (some of which is for dramatic effect). He refuses to do the therapy he's supposed to because it hurts him too much, and is vowing never to do the second knee because of all the shit he went through with the first. Fine. Whatever. I've stopped caring. I'm sick of his shit and if he tries to make us move again within the next 5 - 10 years (assuming of course we survive the fascism) I'm going to throw one hell of a fit and refuse to go with him and mom, because I KNOW they will pick another place I'll absolutely hate (and I've a damn good idea of where they'll go, and I refuse to get sucked into it).
So while I'm dealing with my own bag of not-fun insanity, I have to figure out what I'm going to do, because my picture doesn't look good. I suspect that I'm entering perimenopause (early 40s now) because I've had a few issues crop up in recent months that would match that description. Oh yay, I get to be even more fucked up than I already am. Goddamn hormones ruin everything.
Have lost the progress I've made in whittling down my debt and will soon be right back where I started. I simply don't have any income and I can't make the payments, especially as they keep jacking them up on me every time I miss one. Bastards. I'd file bankruptcy, but I can't even afford a lawyer. Haven't been able to get any job either; have come to the conclusion that I'm unemployable at this point. So there's another thing I don't know what I'm going to do with.
I still miss my Sam cat. The others have been very good at doing their part to help me cope with that void.
Have gotten interested in presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg to the point of being pretty sure I'm going to vote for him in the primary. His temperament above all else has me convinced he's the best person to start helping us repair whatever damage from the shithead that we still can. There are maybe a few things I'd quibble with him over, but they're not dealbreakers and no candidate is ever going to be 100% pure and perfect, so I can live with that. My #2 pick would be Liz Warren.
My bestie and I checked out Target today (we were looking for an egg slicer, because ours is broken and the Big Bullshit Box Store nearest me only has a cheap piece of crap one, which also broke) and were horrified by the remodeling job they've done to it. No more CDs, which means if I want an uncensored version of an album (not that I get to buy albums very often), I have to go online now. Fuck you too, Target, you just lost a customer. (They've done other things to the place that suck, including whittling down their DVD and book stock.) Sometimes I honestly don't like this new digital world and have no idea if I'm ever going to make it in such. I guess I'm officially old. :(
Have been able to complete a couple of small one-shot fanfics over on Archive of our own. I've had a huge craving for Akabane/Himiko fics for a while now.
I guess that's about it. I wish I had better.
Winter has apparently decided to shove fall aside; we've had several unnaturally cold days plus several snowfall days, which worries me because a) I hate winter, and b) if it's this shitty now, what's January and February going to look like? I can't do another winter out here. 6 years of misery, and this place has utterly ruined me in so many ways.
Dad has more or less recovered from his knee surgery but we don't look for him to gain any more mobility - if anything, he's pretty much the same as he was before, albeit with slightly less grunting and groaning (some of which is for dramatic effect). He refuses to do the therapy he's supposed to because it hurts him too much, and is vowing never to do the second knee because of all the shit he went through with the first. Fine. Whatever. I've stopped caring. I'm sick of his shit and if he tries to make us move again within the next 5 - 10 years (assuming of course we survive the fascism) I'm going to throw one hell of a fit and refuse to go with him and mom, because I KNOW they will pick another place I'll absolutely hate (and I've a damn good idea of where they'll go, and I refuse to get sucked into it).
So while I'm dealing with my own bag of not-fun insanity, I have to figure out what I'm going to do, because my picture doesn't look good. I suspect that I'm entering perimenopause (early 40s now) because I've had a few issues crop up in recent months that would match that description. Oh yay, I get to be even more fucked up than I already am. Goddamn hormones ruin everything.
Have lost the progress I've made in whittling down my debt and will soon be right back where I started. I simply don't have any income and I can't make the payments, especially as they keep jacking them up on me every time I miss one. Bastards. I'd file bankruptcy, but I can't even afford a lawyer. Haven't been able to get any job either; have come to the conclusion that I'm unemployable at this point. So there's another thing I don't know what I'm going to do with.
I still miss my Sam cat. The others have been very good at doing their part to help me cope with that void.
Have gotten interested in presidential candidate Pete Buttigieg to the point of being pretty sure I'm going to vote for him in the primary. His temperament above all else has me convinced he's the best person to start helping us repair whatever damage from the shithead that we still can. There are maybe a few things I'd quibble with him over, but they're not dealbreakers and no candidate is ever going to be 100% pure and perfect, so I can live with that. My #2 pick would be Liz Warren.
My bestie and I checked out Target today (we were looking for an egg slicer, because ours is broken and the Big Bullshit Box Store nearest me only has a cheap piece of crap one, which also broke) and were horrified by the remodeling job they've done to it. No more CDs, which means if I want an uncensored version of an album (not that I get to buy albums very often), I have to go online now. Fuck you too, Target, you just lost a customer. (They've done other things to the place that suck, including whittling down their DVD and book stock.) Sometimes I honestly don't like this new digital world and have no idea if I'm ever going to make it in such. I guess I'm officially old. :(
Have been able to complete a couple of small one-shot fanfics over on Archive of our own. I've had a huge craving for Akabane/Himiko fics for a while now.
I guess that's about it. I wish I had better.