Yay on the atc numbers shrift.

Well Teppy that sucks about the craft blocking. Not sure what type of crafts you are looking to do..but if you are interested in collage or junk journal or something like that I can point you to some good YouTube channels.

Timelies all!

Had dinner last night with some friends we hadn't seen since October.(and that, only briefly, as that was a clusterfuck of a convention because of Mr. S) Went to a place that we'd never been before, which went fine. The food was good(Latin American/South American) but our server had some problems doing separate checks.

Yay on the good bloodwork, shrift!

I unexpectedly saw my mom and cousin driving to Olive Garden while I was picking up a scratcher pad order from Pet Smart, so I crashed their after-church lunch. And then got my living room TV to recognize my region-free DVD player, which was the last item on my To Do list of chores for the weekend. I don't quite know what to do with myself now that I have free time on a weekend afternoon and am not sleepy enough to nap.

Edit: I found out I was, indeed, sleepy enough to nap.

So last Sunday I came down with a cold, which by now had mostly run its course, except today I came down with a fever. Which is BULLSHIT. (antigen test was negative)

When you catch cold it takes fourteen days to recover if you don't treat it, but only two weeks if you do.

Which is BULLSHIT.

The bullshittiest!

Ugh, I remember that from having a cold in December. I don’t think I’d had one in three years and I’d forgotten how much they suck.

Hopefully won’t get one from this plane ride—I’m wearing a mask some but took it off for a while to eat. Weekend was lovely though.

I'm going to assume that the universe does not want me to do any sort of crafts. Maybe I'd be too powerful if I knew how to turn clay into a bowl.

As it was foretold in the prophecy.

When you catch cold it takes fourteen days to recover if you don't treat it, but only two weeks if you do.

Ha!

Our trans nephew is having top surgery today, and I wanted to text "Yeet the teats!" to him, but I feel like that's maybe not appropriate from an aunt. Or at least, that's not the type of aunt-nephew relationship we have. So I texted a picture Murderbiscuit with a knife and asked "Is this surgeon covered by your health insurance?"

I'm going to assume that the universe does not want me to do any sort of crafts. Maybe I'd be too powerful if I knew how to turn clay into a bowl.

As it was foretold in the prophecy.

Tim said all my attempts at taking a craft-related class will fail until I crochet that damn tiny penguin kit that I bought when he was in the hospital in October. (Of course I abandoned it; I have no follow-through when it comes to fibercrafts. Also, the demonstration video of how to do various stitches made my brain hurt. Maybe it's time to give it another shot now that [knock wood] the long Covid brain fog seems to be gone.)

Brain weasels

The boss called in the morning, spoke to my co-worker who only answered in short yes/no replies, said nothing afterwards, and tension in the office is at an 11, all small talk has ended.

I’m pretty sure I’m getting fired.