You don't *think* it's done any evil... but they are tricky bastards.

My Zoom buddy is rewatching Buffy -- I just took the dog on quick a half-miler, so I printed out an "Out. For. A. Walk.... Bitch." meme and pointed my camera at it for when he rejoins the call after his meeting. I toyed with just using it as my video block screen, but that way lies too much potential for "oopsie, didn't mean to leave that up!" issues when I'm on with regular people.

I had to run over here from Bluesky to share this with Sophia: [link] (and everyone, but that who I always think of when I eat beets)

Saying hi to a coworker this morning, I just said "At least the weather is good" and she went right into how much anxiety etc she's having, and we're not even close! It's a shitshow at my job.

I stupidly waded into "Addiction can't be a disability because people decide to get high," yesterday. For people like me, it's like stepping in gum. I always think I'm done, but it's REALLY hard to get rid of. But I'm just so over "Not you; the people Who Game The System." that I have receipts. I have CVS receipts. Because I've got time, because I get *just enough* which was the entry point of the discussion in the first place.(Maybe I used to think that, till I considered the pill cabinet in my outlaws' family and how they had to lock it up, whereas I think they could leave it hanging open in front of my face and it would not be intrigued, whatever. maybe they don't have my poison, though. Every time I read about ecstasy, I do think "Better not," even now.) But, boy, I know how to really make the most of my last bits of freedom...it's true, we disabled folk...just, like, live *deeper* than the rest of y'all. Inspired yet?