I can't get new painkillers until Monday, because the office didn't call me until half an hour before they closed to tell me that I could pick up the prescription. I can't take too much Advil, because it's irritating my stomach, but I'll take some. Fuck.

I'm only semi-fasting for Yom Kippur. I'm having water and meds. And I'm probably going to end up sleeping most of the day tomorrow -- there's no way that any of my joints can handle going to even a regular Shabbat service, but definitely not the several hours of a Yom Kippur service.

Ugh, we share our back porch with our other neighbors on the top floor.

And when I'm back in my nerdhole I can hear what's happening on the porch.

And the neighbor guy is out on the back porch making a deal with some other guy about buying a car and he's saying all this racist shit.

And it's...how would you say. Not KKK, NeoNazi, Alt-Right racist. More like casual South Park Libertarian Reddit TechBro racist.

Aware enough to speak about the advantages of being in a monoculture (of white techbros) with an undercurrent of "those people" and "not safe for his kid to ride on the bus" (because...not a white monoculture).

I don't interact with him much, but he knows better than to let his mask slip around our family. But, I've eaten his BBQ in the backyard and now I know he's a shitty fucking racist techbro from Nevada.

Also superboring car conversation about "not my favorite transmission, I drove the CTI..." blah blah blah - but laced with casual racism.

This is like when the coworker I was very friendly with let slip some similar shit about why she didn't want BART access in her suburb because "the wrong people" would have access to her town. (Like freeway exits had checkpoints or something.)

Ugh, I hate that David. On one side you know they have some level of knowing it is racist because they keep that side hidden from you, but ignorance is bliss? I've had the same experience and it sucks. I may live in a bubble, but I love my bubble.

I'm so sorry that you don't have a reasonable solution for pain, Hil.

(Like freeway exits had checkpoints or something.)

But those people can afford cars. There was a great to-do when the metropolitan bus system was coming into our valley, and people were terribly upset about poor people moving around.

People still complain about how the buses aren't used, ignoring the fact that half the buses stop running at 6 PM on week days and the most used routes run every twenty minutes at most and only during commute hours. So the people without cars have trouble getting to their jobs and people with weird shifts don't have a way home at night etc etc. I'd ride the bus and train, but the bus back to the train from my office has its last run at 6:20 pm, and I've only gotten off work in time to make that twice in the last month.

Oh, ugh. I did not know that about our neighbors (not that I know for sure about his wife, but... come on, Jacqueline; she married the guy and they've got a kid in kindergarten, do you really think she has no idea that's how he talks and thinks? The obvious answer is either she knows but it wasn't a dealbreaker, or she knows and she actively agrees, but either way, there he is and she is).

There is the added possibility that she knows, disagrees, and pushes the opposite agenda where she can. As much as a deal breaker as that should be, leaving a marriage with a kid is not that easy. Speaking from personal experience.

Maybe. I hope that's it, I really do. She's always been nice to us (though never a terribly happy person). And I'm so sorry if I poked any old wounds.

Epic, I'm so sorry about your mom.

Coping~ma to Liese and Maria. The next couple weeks sound rough.

askye, congratulations on the job!

Steph, I've been on Effexor now for about a year, I guess. I had some itching at the beginning but it went away after a few days. Other than that, I've had no problems, and it's working well for me so far.

And I'm so sorry if I poked any old wounds.

Not at all. When we got married, I was too young to do a political alignment check. For the majority of our marriage we just agreed to disagree. But, boy howdy, am I glad I divorced him before the last couple of years of heightened craziness. One of us would be in jail and I'm pretty sure it would be me.

I'm finally feeling over 75% human. I'm currently at the just-walking-around-the-house-is-exhausting stage of recovery. Ugh, I haven't been hit by anything like this for a few years. And now that I can brain again, I have two papers that are due at midnight along with a few discussion posts. I can't fuss about procrastination this week beyond pointing to a brain suffering from headaches and snot.