"Time and distance are out of place here." 10
Mostly cloudy today. I think. See, I rarely look out windows, same as I rarely leave the house. These days, I only leave the hour to go to McWane or if I have a doctor's appointment. It been that way for more than a year now, and so I rely on the NWS (NOAA). Anyway, I'm drifting. Mostly cloudy. Our high was was 88˚F, and the heat index was only 93˚F.
My recent spate of insomnia continues, and it continues to play havoc with my work (never and my emotional state). Utterly exhausted, I passed out at aboy 11 p.m. last night, the woke ill an hour later. I was awake until after 2:30 a.m., when I finally took a Benadyrl, which did, true, knock me out. And I stayed knocked out until fucking 7:30 a.m., and I woke utterly useless and stupid from the drug, which did not wear off until well into the afternoon. I got NOTHING done. I wrote Sonya to see if she wanted to Zoom again. That was about it.
You know, I hate creationism, and I don't care what you call it or what brand you subscribe to or to what degree. I try not to hate actual creationists ("love the sinner, hate the sin," right; well fuck that). But when they bring up beliefs and then refuse to even explain themselves - at all - it really pisses me off. And, of course, if only makes their intelligence look that much more suspect.
Adam and Eve, as actual people. No, really.
I'm not sure there's anything I can talk about right now that won't just be venting the weariness and anger. So...
There's the Big Cartel shop. We do not sell creationists shit.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:48 a.m. (Selwyn, a marvel of ~ 25 million years of felid evolution)
My recent spate of insomnia continues, and it continues to play havoc with my work (never and my emotional state). Utterly exhausted, I passed out at aboy 11 p.m. last night, the woke ill an hour later. I was awake until after 2:30 a.m., when I finally took a Benadyrl, which did, true, knock me out. And I stayed knocked out until fucking 7:30 a.m., and I woke utterly useless and stupid from the drug, which did not wear off until well into the afternoon. I got NOTHING done. I wrote Sonya to see if she wanted to Zoom again. That was about it.
You know, I hate creationism, and I don't care what you call it or what brand you subscribe to or to what degree. I try not to hate actual creationists ("love the sinner, hate the sin," right; well fuck that). But when they bring up beliefs and then refuse to even explain themselves - at all - it really pisses me off. And, of course, if only makes their intelligence look that much more suspect.
Adam and Eve, as actual people. No, really.
I'm not sure there's anything I can talk about right now that won't just be venting the weariness and anger. So...
There's the Big Cartel shop. We do not sell creationists shit.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:48 a.m. (Selwyn, a marvel of ~ 25 million years of felid evolution)