Thought I was gonna do a virtual one, but I missed it.Which was kind of frustrating, but virtual protest doesn't feel the same anyway, so, whatever. Made some volunteer-finding calls for Dr. Shah, but nobody in Arizona picks up so...they didn't now, either.(See, this is where I feel like a failure as a crip as well as a Resistance fighter, because , while I do push through a lot and all that--Mom and I talked the other day about how we do stuff the hard, stubborn way even if we find an easier one, because it doesn't occur to us to find one cause sometimes there isn't) but, anyway, the part of winning out because I dig deep happens SO MUCH LESS than the mythology says it ought to, even if I did have special, inspiring skills to bring to the table. I usually don't even get that far. Which is kind of like I have one job, that I'm bad at, and maybe my deodorant doesn't work either. but that's not why I hate their AI assistants.

But I haven't vomited in a couple weeks now so things are a bit better even if I don't qualify for the Highway To Heaven reboot. ETA: That is still the most benignly ableist show I've ever seen...if I were going to give a presentation about discriminating without being actively mean, I'd use it. And I watched at all the time anyway, because at least it actively featured the halt and lame(And young helen Hunt dying of Leukemia that she could probably fake-survive now) The other rep was like, Cousin Geri and Arnold Jackson's big mouthed friend.

The weather changed and I'm having more food at lunch and a little at dinner. Which also makes breakfast more appealing too.