Friday check-in: still tired! The weather is still nice, but everything is SO slippery, I've come perilously close to eating shit several times on every walk home this week. It's worse at night, when it's still dark and harder to tell which patches might be safe.
CUPE workers were back on the street corner this morning. Does anyone in power even give a shit about that strike? Surely they want kids to get a worse education anyway, so they can keep growing up to vote Conservative. I don't see any of this ending satisfactorily!
Apparently mom will have to take an entire day off of work every single month for the next two years just to get her cancer meds that they could actually just mail to her, but won't. So that's fun! She's very stressed out about her aunt being in the hospital with a broken leg due to the same advancing condition that put my grandmother in a wheelchair in her forties, because her other aunt is dumping all of their collective stress on her, since 'she has no one else she can talk to about this stuff'. There's no bad guy in this story, my Auntie Irene's in a really tough place here as the only one of three sisters not to get hit by the crippling genetic disease that affects about half the women in my family and a lifelong caretaker for everyone around her, but it still sucks! That paragraph is a mess, pronouns really need an overhaul. Moving on!
Anora tomorrow, Revolution Sunday, I'm really just counting hours until the weekend, here.
( Album #454/1001: Slayer - Reign in Blood )
CUPE workers were back on the street corner this morning. Does anyone in power even give a shit about that strike? Surely they want kids to get a worse education anyway, so they can keep growing up to vote Conservative. I don't see any of this ending satisfactorily!
Apparently mom will have to take an entire day off of work every single month for the next two years just to get her cancer meds that they could actually just mail to her, but won't. So that's fun! She's very stressed out about her aunt being in the hospital with a broken leg due to the same advancing condition that put my grandmother in a wheelchair in her forties, because her other aunt is dumping all of their collective stress on her, since 'she has no one else she can talk to about this stuff'. There's no bad guy in this story, my Auntie Irene's in a really tough place here as the only one of three sisters not to get hit by the crippling genetic disease that affects about half the women in my family and a lifelong caretaker for everyone around her, but it still sucks! That paragraph is a mess, pronouns really need an overhaul. Moving on!
Anora tomorrow, Revolution Sunday, I'm really just counting hours until the weekend, here.
( Album #454/1001: Slayer - Reign in Blood )
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