I found out today while doing some cleaning of my place that I own 27 pairs of shoes. I hadn't exactly been keeping count.
That's officially past my previous record that I had when I was in my early 20s and gave away my old collection. I swore I wouldn't get back into this.
The fuck is wrong with me.
I spent all night last night experimenting with my various shelf liquors, trying to invent some stuff that would make a good cocktail.
I haven't been hungover or anything, no headache or feeling awful. But generally feeling off. So I'm trying to get in a decent 'awake' headspace for DnD today and I can't nap. Need to wake my head up.
My interests fall all over the place, though the foundation is built in a mixture of 90s industrial and 60/70s rock.
That all being said, I've really really gotten into this band called Junius. Prog rock, space rock, call it whatever you like, but I've wholly and utterly fallen in love with the sound, the lyrics, and the meaning behind the song that these two guys write.
Also, been listening to a lot of Run the Jewels as well. Best rap duo out there.
I'm sitting in a dentist's chair as I type this
Pray for me.
A random conversation with a co worker today resulted in us putting serious thought into the idea of a TT campaign based on Persona. Which then resulted us in abusing Microsoft Teams to debate how we would work it out.
Productive use of work hours today.
A very petty peeve. So, a bunch of a new shoes came out today from Nike, and there was really one particular pair I've had my heart set on ever since I saw them.
Those, for those wondering. I think these are absolute hot and I had assumed that these, like so many other new releases would instantly sell out on various sites and apps. This is almost what always happens.
Turns out I'm completely wrong. So instead of paying retail like I normally would be able to($130), I ended up paying presale value to guarantee I'd get a pair before the price skyrocketed like any other new release does.
Turns out, looking at sites this morning, they're still for sale. At retail. So I paid $50 more for a pair of shoes than I normally would. This is mildly frustrating, but isn't the first time I paid more than what I had to. And there are some pairs of shoes I've picked up where they were not worth the price I've paid.
That said, I'm not angry just...mildly disappointed in myself. Usually I can tell what will and what won't sell out. And I almost certain this one would be sold out by morning. Oh well. They're still amazing and I can't wait to see them on feet.
Watched The King of Staten Island last night.
It's not my favorite Judd Apatow movie, but it was still good and worth the $20 I paid on VOD to watch it.
Some bits hit really close, because I know people who were exactly like the main character. And they're still like that, even in their 30s.
My depression has been affecting more than usual the last few days. It's not anything anyone did. It's nothing that happened on any of the games I play on. It's just me. Mostly work being a consistent thorn in my side and needing a break(for which I'm glad I have a five day weekend coming up after today).
And I'm sorry for being a burden on people if I'm sometimes a pain in the ass to deal with. I'm probably not, and it's probably just me thinking that I am, but really not. And... see how the circular thinking preys on itself?
I'm okay. I'm just struggling a little bit. But I'm okay. And yes, for those of you that know me, I still want to play with you. Just, having more moments than usual.
Trying to make plans with a friend from work, just to sit and talk and be able to catch up while not also working. And they say they're going to show up and drop by. And then you get ghosted. I know it happens, and I'm cognizant of it, but it's like, c'mon man, we work together, just tell me you can't come by. Lie to me if you need to, but don't just say nothing. I was at my uncle's funeral all day today(which by the way, going to a funeral during Covid fucking sucks and I don't recommend it for anyone at all. Avoid that if you can), and it just wouldn't been nice to see someone.
That sucks and it does nothing to stop making me wonder if I can't keep friends.
On the other end of that, there are times I get tired of saying hi to friend friends first. It's akin to being that person who always asks for RP first and is never often to be the one asked. It almost always feels like it's me. Maybe that's a selfish thing to say and it likely doesn't happen as often as I think.
But I do think in what hoped would be an extended weekend of RP and seeing friends I don't often get to see has been more akin to being alone on the couch.
And yes, I'm feeling sorry for myself and I know it.
I work in a laboratory that created a non-invasive type of test for a particular type of cancer(and that's about as detailed I can get about it for company policy reasons).
Ever since March, we were able to develop, create, and distribute Covid testing. Covid has kept me employed, hell, even got me a promotion. There's a weird realization that it's helped me more than anything.
But at the same time, working in the environment that I do, being around literally, not figuratively, thousands of Covid tests a day, I've become a bit numb to it.
I think about that a lot. My family asks me how I'm not scared of it. I call it adaptation. Or perhaps a certain level of acceptance that allows me to do my job.
Dunno. Just felt the need to write it down somewhere.
@GreenFlashlight I actually just got back from seeing my GP. Apparantly she's unsure, but doesn't think it's vascular related.
So I'm being referred to both an ENT and Audiologist.
Fun times.
@nyctophiliac said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
*ETA: Brown recluse spiders do not carry STDs.
No, they don't. But they will cause necrotizing fasciitis. Years ago, I had a friend that got bit by a brown recluse. The scar that goes up his calf is gnarly. Y'know, from where his skin melted off.
