What Happens In Vegas…

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, so the saying goes. I don’t know… I was there in 1997 to see my friend get married to the world’s biggest asshole and, if my memory was good enough to remember more details, I’d tell you everything because it wasn’t terribly exciting. I’m not a gambler or a heavy drinker. Mostly we did sight seeing and toured hotels to see their themes. Whoopee…

But we’re not going to talk about Vegas… We’re going to talk about what happens when you’re not feeling well, lying on the sofa and binge watching movies… Well, it doesn’t stay on the sofa. Not in this case, anyway. No, dear readers, it ends up in a random blog written by yours truly. And the reason for that is simply this: I’ve seen some pretty fucked up movies in my day, a penchant me and my friend M&M have, but this movie takes the prize for most fucked up ever…

The poster makes it look so sweet and innocent…

I am, of course, talking about the 2012 Icelandic film Lamb. M&M sent me that link for the trailer and, when I was done watching it, I simply texted her, “Wtf did I just watch?!” Seriously, watch that trailer and try not to say that out loud. You won’t succeed… And as if it wasn’t odd enough, choosing The Beach Boy’s “God Only Knows” made it downright creepy as fuck and incredibly disturbing. Of course, M&M replied, “We have to watch this!” Well of course we did! She and I are movie buffs and the stranger the movie seems, the more intrigued we are to watch the thing. Lamb was one we couldn’t pass up…

I had actually forgotten all about this movie until I saw Amazon was showing it on my Fire Stick. Well… what was I going to do, not watch a movie that looked so incredibly fucked up that I just had to know what the fuck I had watched in the trailer? Hell no! I was going to watch it! So I did… and spent the entire time saying, “What the fuck did I just watch?!” and at the very end saying, “Seriously, what the fuck did I just watch?!?”

Spoiler Warning for those who don’t want to know and want to watch for themselves. Stop reading…

The story follows the life of a couple, Maria and Ingvar, who own a sheep ranch in the middle of bumble fuck Iceland (there seems to be a lot of bumble fuck Iceland). The story begins on Christmas (or Christmas Eve) when we see the sheep watching as one of the other sheep seems to be having some sort of issue and Maria looking out the window towards the barn as the sheep are a bit noisy. Personally, I thought the poor sheep was going to die… Anyway, fast forward to a greener time of year and Maria and Ingvar are working the land and helping the ewes birth the lambs. We also get to see that their relationship is more than a little strained. They rarely speak, even to each other, and we can see Maria is the most melancholy person you’ve ever met. Of course what does she really have to be happy about? Bumble fuck Iceland and sheep…

Are we seeing something odd about this poster?

Anyway… The sheep in the beginning who looked like it was dying wasn’t, but she’s largely and uncomfortably pregnant. Maria and Ingvar have to help her deliver and, when they do, they both have shocked expressions, yet Ingvar looks a bit horrified. Eventually, Maria wraps the lamb in a blanket, takes it in the house and puts it in a metal tub full of blankets. She feeds it with a bottle, leading you to believe perhaps it’s a runt. But then we see Maria holding it and coddling it like a baby, smiling and happy… And then Ingvar brings a crib out of storage from the barn and puts it in their bedroom for the lamb to sleep in. Okay, so now you’re getting the idea. Maria obviously had a baby, it died and she’s taking care of this lamb as if it were a baby to fill the void. Or you think that until you see a blurry vision of something standing in the crib and you say, “What the fuck did I just watch?!” And all the while, mother ewe is constantly standing outside the bedroom window, bleating away as if telling Maria and Ingvar to give her her baby back. This is just the beginning of the weirdness that is Lamb…

In case you wanted to see a lamb’s eye up close…

One day Maria goes out to do chores and asks Ingvar to stay inside and watch “her” (our first indication the lamb is a female). He lays her down on the sofa for a nap and goes out into the garage to do some work (great parenting, there). When Maria returns, the front door is wide open and the lamb is gone. They check the house then run outside calling for Ada (the first time we hear her name). Unsurprisingly, she’s with mother ewe… The couple go to collect Ada and when they pick her up to wrap her in Ingvar’s coat, we see she has the head of a lamb, part of her chest and one arm are that of a lamb, but the rest are human. Again, “What the fuck did I just watch?!” This was followed by me saying, “Oh my god, the husband was fucking the sheep!!!” I’m sorry, at that point, what else could you think?! Anyway, they take Ada home and put her in some footie pajamas (why they never put clothing on her before, I don’t know) and get her all warm and snug. And I’m just baffled…

Fast forward a bit… Ingvar’s dead beat brother, Pétur, comes to work on the farm. He arrives late at night, so he just sleeps in the barn and wakes early, just in time to see Maria’s cheese slide off her cracker as she finally gets fed up with mother ewe wanting her baby back, drags her off, shoots her and buries the carcass. Odd, but he just blows it off. When it’s late enough in the morning, he knocks on the door, Ingvar invites him in and they sit down to have breakfast… and Ada joins them. Obviously Pétur is probably thinking the same thing, his brother is thinking the same thing, his brother has been fucking the sheep. When he does confront Ingvar about what’s going on, Invar’s only response is, “Happiness…” Pétur tries convincing him it’s an animal, not a human (in some cruel ways) and even takes Ada out to shoot her (which was a really tense moment), but he can’t do it. Eventually he accepts his “niece” for what she is and all seems happy.

Or it is until the adults get drunk… Ingvar gets hammered and goes into the bedroom to pass out with Ada at his side. While he’s sleeping one off, Pétur is making passes at Maria, which she’s not into. So he tries to blackmail her by saying, “Does Ada know you killed her mother?” Maria pretends to give in, but pushes Pétur into a room and locks him in for a while to sober up. Once he has, she tells him he has to leave. She gets money and takes him to the bus stop. While they’re gone, Ingvar gets up and takes Ada with him to go fix a tractor that had broken down far out on the property. When Maria returns home and begins calling for them, she hears gunshots. Flash over to Ingvar who is bleeding from his neck and chest. Little Ada is looking at him, confused. Then they show who shot him. It’s what can only be called a ram man, at which point I thought, “How long has he been fucking these sheep?!?” The ram man takes Ada’s hand, Ingvar takes the hoof hand, trying to stop him, but he can’t. Ada is led away. Maria finally arrives to find Ada gone and Ingvar dead. She freaks out and cries before standing and closing her eyes. That was how the movie ended.

I’ve read an interview with the creator and, apparently, Ingvar was not fucking the sheep, but then it just makes the appearance of the ram man a bit too random and just tossed in there. I’m not are I’m convinced. The only thing I can say is it was fucked up… And, weird as Ada was, she was really cute. It also makes for some fun now that Easter is nearing and there happen to be a lot of stuffed lambs on the shelves. There are Ada jokes to be had when shopping with friends…

I Need To Pull A Will Smith…

Yeah, I’m going there… I’m sure we’ve all seen the clip, the cluster fuck that was the Oscars when Will Smith literally stormed up on stage and slapped the shit out of Chris Rock for making a joke against his wife and then proceeded to angrily tell him, “Keep my wife’s name out yo’ fucking mouth!” There seem to be a lot of people who aren’t on Will Smith’s side right now because of that… Honestly, I have to give him credit. I mean, the joke was in incredibly poor taste. Jada suffers from alopecia, a form of hair loss. Women are vain about their hair; you don’t joke about that. And I realize she cheated on Will and then tried to justify it by slinging bullshit at him (I saw that video as well) and perhaps he was stupid for forgiving her. But that was his choice. Either way, it’s rare to see a man standing up for his woman in today’s day and age in general, let alone in front of so many people and on a program that was cast worldwide. But he did it, because he loves her and someone hurt her. That’s chivalry, dear readers. It’s just my opinion, but I’m glad to see it’s still alive and well in at least one man on this planet…

It actually makes me a bit jealous that Will Smith can slap a bitch and get away with it and I can’t…

If you’ve been keeping up with my ramblings, you know I’ve been under some heavy duty stress lately (though I’ve chosen to keep most of what’s going on private). Sadly, stress and anxiety do bad things to me, like trigger massive IBS flare-ups. Yeah, I know… To those who don’t suffer from it, you think nothing of it. “So you get the runs or blocked up once in a while, big deal…” I wish that’s all it was… I won’t go into detail and gross anyone out, but it can be very painful and, if you’re like me, very difficult to manage. Fun times… I literally barely ate for over a week because of this flare-up and lost several pounds. Sounds fun, huh? The most solid things I was able to tolerate eating were Goldfish crackers (the plain ones), the pretzels and graham crackers. That’s nutritious… Even drinking liquids turned my stomach to the point of wanting to vomit. How delightful… So yesterday I had to see the GI doctor who, again, told me how hard it is to treat me since my IBS flare-ups seem to go hand in hand with my emotions. I still have no solution…

Two days after the flare-up started, I had to take my mother somewhere that was not in my car, but in a car that I’d only driven once before in a more rural setting. This time I had to drive it in a more urban setting and it was the first time driving with my new glasses that I still wasn’t quite used to yet. So… I was feeling sick to my stomach, bloated, as if my intestines were tied in knots from the lovely IBS flare-up, plus I had all this other stress I was going through. She was well aware that I was not familiar with this car and that I hadn’t yet driven with my new glasses and she knows I hate people telling me how to drive. I don’t fucking tell you how to drive, even when you forget to use your turn signals or run stop signs and I think I’m going to die on a five minute car ride. Shut the fuck up, let me drive! Nope… It was this horrible half hour or so of, “You’re going too fast, you’re following too close for how fast you’re going, you’re hitting the brakes too hard. I already had a heart attack, I don’t want to have another one.” I let out a disgusted snort at that, to which she replied, “I’m serious!’ I glared at her. So was I… I was pissed.

Of course this did nothing to help my lovely flare-up… Thanks, mom… So things got progressively worse until one morning when I was unsure which I was going to do first, use the facilities or throw up in the garbage can.

Granted, I’ve had mild issues since I can remember, but things have gotten much worse since I had gone through the outpatient program at the hospital when I was discharged. I was a hot mess of anxiety and depression (mostly anxiety) and I just wanted it to stop. I won’t say it didn’t work because, to a point, it did. It got the anxiety out of my head and I no longer had heart palpitations. But that was when all the stomach issues and the worst of my IBS began. It’s like they moved the physical anxiety from one place to another. That’s not fixing it, that’s just relocating it. And now it’s back in the other places it came from. Yeah, that really worked…

To top things off in the Seventh Circle of Hell that’s been my life for several months, now, I was almost certain I was going to have to do a memorial post for my old girl, Miko, here…

Late Sunday night, she began to have some weird sort of episode. I definitely knew it wasn’t a seizure… The dog I had prior to her had seizures and was on medication after having a grand mal seizure, so I know what that looks like (scary, in a word). But what happened to Miko was by far more frightening. She became stiff, lost control of her hind legs, lost control of her bladder and bowels. She threw up multiple times, her head was tilted at an odd angle. Her one eye was looking off to one side and was bulging slightly and she was drooling (something Shibas don’t normally do). To me, this showed all the classic signs of a stroke, at least a mini one. So off she went to the emergency vet as they were the only ones open (and insanely expensive) and I was prepared to put her down after an exam. The vet, however, thought it was vestibular disease, a type of vertigo in older dogs, which is treatable. She’s currently home and being treated and she is getting better. Though I’m not convinced there isn’t an underlying issue, which even the vet said a brain tumor could cause this vertigo. I still think it could have been a stroke. But I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt. If it doesn’t help, well…

Eventually, all this stress caught up to me and my back has been going into spasm an awful lot kind of randomly and I never know when it’s going to happen. I’ve been spending a lot of time binge watching movies while laying on a heating pad (weird movies, but that’s a post for another time) and I took to Reddit to see what people thought of my Animal Crossing island to see where I could improve things, which I know it needed.

Which is actually a good thing… With this lousy “springter” weather (we had temps in the 20s and snow yesterday during the day) and my back all fucked, it’s not like I can garden. So this was the next best thing. I went landscaping certain parts of my island that desperately needed it. At least my game knows how to change seasons… I think Mother Nature should take a lesson from Nintendo because this weather is all fucked up. Later this week it’s supposed to be near 70! My poor sinuses… They’re so confused…

You know, some people may see this as silly or a kids’ game, but you want to know something? It’s mostly adults who play it. And let’s face it, when you’re having a shitty day or a shitty week or a shitty life and someone asks if you know why they enjoy when you come into their shop to visit and this is the reply you get, it makes things seem a little less shitty, even if it is just a video game hedgehog telling you so. And a little bit of that stress just seems to melt away for that brief moment. If only real people could be so kind…

56 Days And Counting…

Thank god for layered drawing abilities…

You’ll notice I updated my profile picture to have my new glasses… This is why layers are so important in drawings! I just hid the ones for my old glasses and added ones for the new glasses. I really like this drawing and I didn’t want to do a new one for such a trivial change. But I have to say, after drawing my new glasses, this may be the last new profile picture I draw for a very long time. What a pain in the ass! It’s my own fault, really… I can’t ever choose normal looking glasses. I like funky. Is it because I’m an artist? Because I’m a half bubble off center? Who the hell knows. But when I put them on, I just know they’re me. Unfortunately, I never think about the consequences of drawing difficulty…

I truly think this is what all charts should read…

I actually wasn’t planning on writing a blog entry today… I have a lot of stressful things going on right now, the biggest one coming up on Monday. I haven’t been myself lately and have been suffering some nasty, emotional outbursts (mostly angry ones) over stupid things because I’ve been holding things in and it’s been making me physically sick. I have heartburn that makes it feel as if Vesuvius is erupting in my stomach and my poor esophagus has been paying the price. It’s so sore, it feels as if I’ve been drinking lit gasoline every time I try to swallow food. Sounds delightful, doesn’t it? Yeah, I thought so, too…

However, there is a reason for my writing a blog, no matter how random it seems. I now have 56 days left to adjust to my new glasses or it’s trifocals for me… My ass is not that old! Well… It’s getting there, but it’s not trifocal old yet. I think of people in their 70s or 80s when I think of trifocals. I’m not even 49 yet! Yet… I have less than a month to go… In any case, I think I’m getting better with figuring out how I need to look at the world to use my distance and my non-prescription close up part of my progressive bifocals. But the midpoint… I haven’t been working on it much and I couldn’t when I was drawing because I needed them off to reference them. So this is mainly to help me try to adjust. I hope…

Speaking of my old ass birthday… I was at my mother’s house one day and she was showing me some of the things she had been sewing lately when I noticed a shirt strung over a chair. I questioned her and she said it was my sister’s, it needed a new zipper and had been there for about two years. It was black with a beaded front, sleeveless and not my prudent sister’s style at all. I also told my mother she was too fat to fit in it (which she is). So I tired it on and it fit wonderfully except in the bust. So we came up with a solution to that issue and I decided that, since it looked like a clubbing shirt, I knew exactly where I wanted to wear it and for what occasion. There has been something I’ve been wanting to do and have never done, and since I’m turning 49, I decided then and there to do it for my birthday so I could do this before I turned 50 and I wanted her to go. I wanted to go see male strippers. My mother replied simply, “Somehow I knew you were going to say that.” I was rather surprised that she’s on board with this… It’s not like her.

If you want to see a good example of this abuse, watch this movie. It really is phenomenal.

I’ve even conned my prudent sister into going, though I’ve not told her where, exactly… I’ve dropped hints, but she’s still unsure. I’m not telling her or she won’t go and it’s important to me that she does.

But this almost didn’t come to fruition… There was an incident, a fight… Someone close to me flipped shit on me over a totally unrelated issue and had told me that certain people that I thought liked me? They didn’t. They knew the real me because this person had told them what I was really like. They weren’t my friends, no one liked me at this place (which is the local diner I frequent). I was so upset because I had asked two of the waitresses who I thought were my friends to go. After that conversation, I decided to cancel my plans and not to eat at that diner anymore. Was that the wrong choice? Sure. But when the same person has been gaslighting you for years off and on, you can’t help but start believing what they tell you sometimes. And this particular person (a relative) has admitted to saying things specifically to hurt me and, when in a much calmer, non crazy bipolar state, told me to resume my plans, I told them what they had been doing for years was gaslighting me, explained the term and told them to look it up. By definition, that’s exactly what had been going on. This person was causing me to doubt myself as well as relationships with friends and family.

However, my friend M&M pointed out to me that, first of all, don’t ever let anyone think I have no friends. I can imagine that was a bit insulting to her… We’ve been friends since I was 16 and she was 14. That’s over 30 years of being best friends… She also pointed out that I always get like this the closer it gets to my birthday. Admittedly, I do. If I plan something big, it blows up in my face and no one shows except like two people, every fucking time (gee, I wonder why I feel I have no friends). This has gone on my entire life, so I usually just don’t do much. And what’s to celebrate? Getting another year older? “Shorter of breath and one day closer to death” as Pink Floyd says? And every year is just another reminder my friend, my birthday buddy, Michele, whose birthday was the day before mine and hated celebrating as much as I did, is no longer here to try and avoid a celebration as much as me. I miss her terribly… I’m sure that’s playing a part in my foul mood as well lately.

Well, I’ve somehow made it to the end of this blog… I can’t say it was easy because, well… it wasn’t. This is really difficult, trying to figure out where I need to look, how I have to hold my head, in order to look through my glasses correctly to see clearly. And just when I get it perfect, I move my head without realizing and it all goes to shit and I need to find that sweet spot again where I see clearly. 56 days… That’s all the time I have left to get my shit together and have this all become second nature to me. I’m beginning to wonder if this is ever going to happen… Mind you, 56 days may seem like a long time, but when you’re struggling to see (and constantly having to correct typos because of it), it’s not a very long time at all. Plus there’s the whole I can’t fucking see right thing that gets in the way… What a bother… I’m also getting a lot of headaches trying to adjust to this whole thing. I like being able to see my laptop better, but what a pain in the ass this is. Sometimes I think I was better off half blind…

This Is A Test Of My Eyeballs…

Take a good look… Something about this picture will be changing soon. I hope…

Normally, I type and draw on my laptop without my glasses on (as I only needed them for distance) but for the past year I’ve been having issues with my midpoint vision and had to either have my glasses on and my laptop so far away I couldn’t reach the keys or so close I was typing like a T-Rex (“I have a big head and little arms; I just don’t know how well this plan was thought out. Master…?” Ah, my favorite scene from Meet The Robinsons). So I had to get new glasses. What choices… Expensive progressive bifocals or, I shudder to think, trifocals… My great aunt had trifocals. Not what I wanted to hear a month before my 49th birthday. Thanks, doc…

So along with the massive amounts of personal stress I’ve been under since the end of November and feeling like I’m living in the 7th circle of Hell with no chance of escape, he drops this, “Hey, you’re getting OLD!” bomb at a time when I don’t need it and can’t afford it. Plus I’ve been dealing with the depression of “springter”, as I’ve been calling it. One day it’s a beautiful spring day, all sunny and warm and the next we get a wintery mix of snow, sleet and freezing rain. My sinuses are a fucking mess and with every sniffle or sneeze, everyone looks at me like Typhoid Mary, “Holy shit… COVID!!!” They act like Pod People and I’m one of the normals. What the actual fuck, people. Calm the fuck down. With weather like this, what do you expect?! It seems the only place where I have spring actually showing up is in my Animal Crossing game. It’s a nice escape at the moment. At least I get to see green grass and leaves on trees…

Yeah, sorry, dear readers… I’m just going to spam you with cute video game screen shots today. I’m having difficulty trying to figure out how the fuck to see my laptop and what I’m typing as it is with these new glasses. I mean, I know where that midpoint line is, but I’m not used to keeping my head in such a position or my eyes in such a position to do this. So writing this is hard enough, let alone finding pictures for you right now. So sorry for the spam. And please forgive the typos of the blind…

Anyway… As I said, my birthday is coming up soon. My 49th… Ugh… That’s way too close to 50 for my comfort. So one day, while I was at my mother’s, I saw this top she was supposed to fix for my sister. It was definitely a clubbing top and so not her. Plus her fat ass couldn’t wear it, so I tried it on. It was definitely me and it fit except across my boobs, so some modifications need to me made. But where would I wear it? Then it dawned on me… One thing I’ve never done but have always wanted to do was go see male strippers. I invited my mother, who was surprisingly up for the idea. And, lucky for me, they’re having a local show the day after my birthday! But… I’m cancelling my plans… A few of the friends I invited, we have a mutual acquaintance that had flipped shit on me one day (this person is also bipolar) and they work with these friends. I was told, “You think they like you, but they don’t. They know who you really are and what you’re really like…” Yes, I’m sure they get that one sided view of me. And I feel as if I’m being gaslighted. Either way, the discussion was horrible enough that I don’t want to bother with a celebration anymore. I can’t trust that these people are really friends now…

I dress better in a fucking video game than real life…

Oh for Christ’s sake! I’m this far into my blog and I’m still having issues trying to get the hang of these midpoint bifocals! I feel like I’m retarded because I have to figure out how to see!

I’m also having issues with Morticia again… Sometimes she’s such an asshole because she always feels she has to be right. That in and of itself is annoying enough. Currently, however, it’s her self centeredness that’s driving me nuts. Late last week, her elderly neighbor’s trailer burned down. She lost everything and had no insurance (I have no idea why, homeowner’s insurance is rather cheap). So she wanted to collect things for this woman. I mentioned I had shirts and pants her size. My sister was actually kind enough to donate a lot of things she had as well, including leggins, shoes (she has smaller feet than me), brand new pack of underwear, shirts, all sorts of things. Morticia had actually said to me that she wanted to go through the things we both had because she might want the jeans I had and the leggins from my sister. You can go buy your own shit! This old woman is on disability and just lost everything she had plus her two cats, her home and her vehicle! I couldn’t believe such selfishness! So I told Morticia I would like to personally give this stuff to this woman so I can see her.

I really need spring to come… I need the therapy of digging in the dirt, planting flowers… And when spring comes, I always feel rejuvenated, as if I’m reborn when everything else is reborn as well. Maybe it’s because I’m an early April baby? My uncle feels the same and he was born at the end of April, so maybe it has to do with that month… I don’t know. But I feel my best in spring. And I need it so desperately right now. Everything has been going so wrong and I’m getting blindsided from every direction with things that are bad. I need something to make me feel good, even if it’s for a short while.

And I can tell ya, these glasses aren’t it! Well… they are and they aren’t. My distance vision actually got a tiny bit better, which is why I wasn’t seeing well, because my midpoint was getting worse. So I can see crystal clear with my distance and it’s nice having the non-prescription part of my bifocals so I don’t have to either pull down my glasses or take them off to read texts (I don’t need reading glasses). But this midpoint shit! I know it hasn’t been a full day, but I’m having a lot of trouble seeing while I’m typing and trying to keep this in the midpoint so it’s clear…

And, top top everything else off, I have no current means of relaxing and relieving stress…

My baby, Constantine, is sick… I don’t understand. I tuned him one week and he tuned perfectly (after I put a new battery in the built in tuner) and sounded beautiful as always. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to play him until the following week. Now, in the meantime, I keep him locked in his case, which isn’t one of those shitty soft ones. It’s a hard one which is a bit like carrying a heavy piece of luggage, but it protects him better. So I pulled him out, I tuned him up, but… something didn’t sound right when I tuned the A strings. The tuner told me both were perfect As, but my ears told me otherwise. I have perfect pitch, so I knew something was wrong. Eventually I said fuck it and moved on and figured I’d see what happened in the end. When I strummed them all, it made a hideous sound! I tried fucking with those A strings but to no avail, I still had this hideous sound. All the others are fine; it’s just the A strings. Now I need to take him in to have him looked at…

And this morning I received an infuriating email from Corel, the company that makes the art program I use. I’ve been trying to get this idiot technician named Raghu (I’m communicating with a jar of spaghetti sauce, that’s the problem) to understand the issues I’ve been having since downloading the upgrade to the program. He just kept giving me the same answers that didn’t help. They all did, actually… Yesterday, I explained I was frustrated and losing patience and perhaps they should pass my case over to someone who actually understood what my issue was because I was receiving poor technical and customer support (thanks, India) and received and email with the subject “Invalid Request”, the first line of which was: Thank you for reaching out to Corel. We would like to inform you that this email address isn’t maintained anymore. Well! Thanks for the ass fucking! Guess I need to find a new drawing program because I’m done with Corel!

Well holy shit… You get to see me again…

Oh, the cyber shadow shows her face again…

Albeit a bad selfie… I actually wasn’t wearing makeup at the time. I added it with an app so I wouldn’t scare the shit out of you. Sadly, there was nothing I could do with my hair. I really haven’t been caring much about my hair or makeup… or getting out of my pajamas… “Springter” has my sinuses in such an uproar that I look like I could be in that show The Walking Dead (no, I don’t like that show) without the use of the makeup department. One day it’s sunny and in the low 60s, the next it’s in the low 30s during the day and we’re getting snow! We just got about five inches over the weekend and today it’s supposed to be a high of 61! For the love of all that’s sinus related, pick a fucking season! Some days it’s so bad, I literally have to press so hard on my forehead to get the pain and pressure to stop! That’s why I’ve been slobbing it… But I wanted to show off my new glasses (they were actually sunglasses). And now I need to update my profile picture a bit. This should be fun…

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