NYC Pizza. Forever.
Okay. Migraine, seizure, pain, yada. The seizure was hard, fast, very intense, and deeply trippy. It teamed up with the cerebral palsy to make my entire body spasm and drop to the floor in a crouch, like a running crouch, maybe? My brain was moving too quickly. I began arguing with it. I tried to yell at my muscles to move, but spastic hemiplegia had set in, and my right side had gotten involved with it, and for a few minutes I literally could not move. For a few seconds I was not breathing. Even after I started breathing again, I could feel saliva pooling in my mouth that I couldn't swallow. Stupid stupid brain. When my brain released my and I stood up, the whole room twisted melted, and spun. Damn brains.
So, earlier, I was browsing on a random celebrity gossip site. You know that hip-hop singer guy Chris Brown? I've heard some of his music, but he's more famous for beating up another hip-hop singer, Rihanna, who he was dating, and he beat up her face so badly that it was horrifying. So, I saw a photo of this guy, and he has a tattoo of a woman's beaten, battered, stitched face on his neck. On his neck. A tattoo of a battered woman on his fucking neck. And here I thought douchebaggery in general couldn't get much higher. Isn't he that guy who apologized over and over and then she took him back and they fell in love again? Is that her face tattooed on her neck? Her stitched up, bloody, bruised, beaten face? Which he caused? WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? I don't want to live on this planet anymore. Oh my gods what.
(I don't listen to hip hop. I have been told there is so much misogyny, rape apology, prejudice, homophobia, and ugly creepy statements about every group of people that it just isn't worth it. But apparently, there is an openly gay hip hop singer? Frank Ocean? I've listened to his songs. I do like his voice. Can we get rid of Kanye West? His ego has its own ego. And he got Kim Kardashian pregnant. I bet he wants to name the kid Jesus Christ with a K. I hate people.)
Today was spent on the phone with contractors for home repair. One guy came over and took measurements. Another guy will arrive on Wednesday. Tomorrow, I see the pain specialist. Thursday is... something. I don't know. Cleaning out the giant monster breakfront cabinet that holds the main library, probably. We will need many friends to help us move furniture and clear off the kitchen food shelves and move things, so that when the repair people finally arrive, they can do their jobs with ease.
Adam got me a Kindle with his credit card's reward points. An actual physical Kindle. Which means it will be a shared Kindle. He can take it with him on jobs so he can read several books after another. I have my PC and phone Kindle, but an actual Kindle will be lovely too.
I have been writing. Much fiction writing. My hands hurt.
So, earlier, I was browsing on a random celebrity gossip site. You know that hip-hop singer guy Chris Brown? I've heard some of his music, but he's more famous for beating up another hip-hop singer, Rihanna, who he was dating, and he beat up her face so badly that it was horrifying. So, I saw a photo of this guy, and he has a tattoo of a woman's beaten, battered, stitched face on his neck. On his neck. A tattoo of a battered woman on his fucking neck. And here I thought douchebaggery in general couldn't get much higher. Isn't he that guy who apologized over and over and then she took him back and they fell in love again? Is that her face tattooed on her neck? Her stitched up, bloody, bruised, beaten face? Which he caused? WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? I don't want to live on this planet anymore. Oh my gods what.
(I don't listen to hip hop. I have been told there is so much misogyny, rape apology, prejudice, homophobia, and ugly creepy statements about every group of people that it just isn't worth it. But apparently, there is an openly gay hip hop singer? Frank Ocean? I've listened to his songs. I do like his voice. Can we get rid of Kanye West? His ego has its own ego. And he got Kim Kardashian pregnant. I bet he wants to name the kid Jesus Christ with a K. I hate people.)
Today was spent on the phone with contractors for home repair. One guy came over and took measurements. Another guy will arrive on Wednesday. Tomorrow, I see the pain specialist. Thursday is... something. I don't know. Cleaning out the giant monster breakfront cabinet that holds the main library, probably. We will need many friends to help us move furniture and clear off the kitchen food shelves and move things, so that when the repair people finally arrive, they can do their jobs with ease.
Adam got me a Kindle with his credit card's reward points. An actual physical Kindle. Which means it will be a shared Kindle. He can take it with him on jobs so he can read several books after another. I have my PC and phone Kindle, but an actual Kindle will be lovely too.
I have been writing. Much fiction writing. My hands hurt.