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Sly Stone RIP
Herbal tea and jazz music for the evening before I go to bed.
Now that I am clearing my mind of resentments, I need to find something better to occupy my mind in idle time.
I feel like writing a private vent journal and then lighting it on fire.
I accept that my family will always look at me with ableism in their eyes. I can grieve but I must let this go and move on.
Air conditioning is mankind’s triumph over nature.
I pulled weeds for a while in my gravel yard. It looks so much better now. I will finish this job tomorrow as it is too warm outside to finish it now.
I have repetitive thoughts on resentments and grudges that I need to let go. I choose to let it go for a while but I always pick them back up later and I need to stop doing that.
Hooked up to machines currently. Just took some Benadryl. Night night, this time with air being pumped into my nose.
I hate the fact that the parking lot where I work is close to a needle exchange, so every Friday the whole area turns into a public shooting gallery.
Tonkatsu ramen is yummy.
I am no longer a priority to any of my friends. Only my job is where I am a priority. I am disposable to my friends.
I currently am having a gout attack in my right wrist, making it hard for me to do my job which involves a lot of typing. Lovely.
I am feeling ill but I still have to go to work in several hours from now. I just chugged a shot of Pepto.
I wish I could get paid to be a film critic. And reach levels of fame that Roger Ebert managed. And have that be my day job because it pays that much.
Insomnia strikes again. I think I will walk to the corner store to buy some Benadryl.
I just want a night of solid deep sleep.
So even some of my co-workers treat me like the token retard. Lovely. -
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