Who will love my ironies?

Went to the movies on two separate occasions today??? I have dietary regrets, but that is it. I got about four hours of sleep total in order to leave bright and early to catch a morning showing of The Day the Earth Blew Up before visiting my grandmother, and then went to see A Working Man with my brother in the evening. My body is approximately 60% Diet Coke at this point, it was a great day. My stomach is... mad at me, though.

Two more days to my own devices. Probably no more movies outside of my own bedroom, though. New Japan Cupdate: gonna finish Round 2 tonight and am very much looking forward to Zack vs. Taichi in the quarterfinals; I've been deep in my Tekkers feelings of late.

( Album #462/1001: Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska )

Finished watching the first round of the New Japan Cup. Sad about El Phantasmo, but hopefully Great-O-Khan will kick Shooter's ass in round two to make up for it. Yota Tsugi going out in the first round genuinely fuckin' sucks so bad, though. Fuckin' House of Torture, man. I continue to objectify Drilla Moloney to a truly uncomfortable degree.

Attempting a switch to Trillium for storing all the shit I used to use Evernote for that hasn't already found a place in Notion. I've been making a go of it with OneNote for a while now, but it's just... so bad? Truly a terrible user experience on every conceivable level, so I'm finally giving up and trying something new. God I hate having to deal with Github, though.

I need to find my passport to finally renew it, but have no idea where to even begin looking, ugh.

( Album #459/1001: Outkast - Stankonia )

Okay, bye, mom's getting off work early specifically so we can catch an early showing of Black Bag because today's the last day it's going to be playing here and I should really put on some pants beforehand.

SO TIRED. BUT LAST DAY. Just twelve eleven ten short hours to freedom. The weather is the sort of lovely where all the snow piled up in yards is melting rapidly enough to pool in the streets and then freeze into sheer ice overnight, which sucks for keeping all of my bones intact, but so far so good!

In 'the spending will continue until morale improves' news, I hit up the GOG spring sale (and might do so again tonight) and also bought some expensive over-ear wireless headphones to finally save myself from the weird muffling effects earbuds can have in my fucked up ears when I listen to things at home for some reason and also got a couple stray Pokemon cards in the mail. A few cards closer to filling in my childhood collection!

My brother started his new job today, which is good, and he's once again being paid significantly more than anyone else in the house, which will never stop stinging. He would have started yesterday, but he had jury duty. Large adult brother!

I'm gonna sleep so fuckin' good tonight.

How Easy — or Hard — Is It for You to Say No When You Want To?

I've gotten better at it over the years! But also I now often find myself saying no and then instantly regretting it, which feels worse?

Really feeling the sleepiness today. And also the general anxiety of living in the world as it currently is. Last night was great, though! The concert was a ton of fun, I came perilously close to crying during Ecstasy of Gold, and then I came home and played a bit of Pokemon Snap, ate some raspberries, and passed the fuck out. Ryan North kinda nailed it!

Also our sink finally got unclogged! And I've been at work for almost four hours now and have seen exactly two (2) customers.

29. Do You Have Childhood Memories of Being Read Aloud To?

I don't, actually. All my earliest memories are of actively learning to read from about age three on, which my mom obviously had a big hand in, but she preferred to just let me figure it out from there and ask for help when I needed it.

It got cold again! A crummy -25 degree morning, but the sky was a lovely swirl of pastels, blues and pinks and purples and yellows, and it's warmed up quite a bit since, so I will accept it as part of the usual springtime growing pains. Also I've secured an extra hour off of work tomorrow in exchange for my lunch hour today, so I can go to the concert! I should text mom about that to confirm and then buy tickets, actually, brb~

Okay, tickets purchased! I should probably order myself Mary Brown's once all the managers go home so that I'm not starving for the duration of the show.

ZRX is not dying just yet, but it's certainly on life support with the entire production team gone. This is just one of many reasons why I don't like binging things; at least I still have several seasons left to run through! Hopefully a non-shitty non-crypto company can buy it in the meantime, but if not, I'm pointedly backing up all of the audio so if my emotional support fitness app ever does shudder into oblivion, I'll at least have some good-old fashioned mp3's to fall back on.

Some stray thoughts on Dynamite this week: Speedball being in AEW makes me so happy, I just instantly start smiling whenever he's on screen. Big lady hoss fight getting the main event slot over Mox/Cope does not make up for the egregious match placement at Revolution, but it was still pretty darn cool. Yuta trying and failing to pull Spike out of Mox's back may genuinely be the most gruesome thing I have ever seen, including that Barb Sasaki Crazy Fest main event from the 10th where my brain could no longer accept the fact that El Desperado was an actual human person by the end because he somehow got so gory that he slipped straight into the uncanny valley. And Hangman's insistence on calling it the AEW Men's World Championship is so fucking real, god I love him.

Six hours to the weekend.

27. What Role Does Stress Play in Your Life?

Teacher, mother, secret lover.

My eyes hurt and I spent yesterday in varying states of physical anxiety (not on the level of my weird neck-centric attacks from a couple months ago, thankfully) and now I'm back to my 80-hour work week on no sleep, but it is what it is! The kitchen sink is still clogged and there may or may not be a plumber coming to check it out this afternoon, when my brother will be the only one home HOPEFULLY, as he has a final interview for a job this morning and uuuuuuugh. I wish to be miles away from everything right now.

Spent way too much money on various retail therapies to cope with it all, which will ultimately be a contributor to fresh stresses in the grand scheme of things, but gives me things to look forward to in the mail, so fuck it. Anything to get through the week.

Why is my insurance company sending me typo-ridden emails asking for pictures of my house? I don't need this.

There's a cute-looking Edmonton Pops Orchestra concert this weekend that I'd really like to go to, but I'd have to leave work an hour early to make it, and I don't know if I can get away with that so soon after Revolution and with Dynasty also looming large on a work night next month. Maybe I should just do it anyway, I'm so sick of this place.

At least I'm down five pounds since finding One Weird Trick to actually change my eating habits in a way I think I can sustain for as long as I need to, and that's really what matters in this workaday world.

25. Do People Complain Too Much?

I think people complain too much about things that don't really matter (see all of the above) and not enough about the things that really do.

I am somehow already halfway through my week off? Genuinely do not understand how this is possible. Also my emotional support fitness app is dying so I'm going to watch some wrestling and open Pokemon cards about it.

I don't want to jinx it, but I think I may have finally hit upon a method of limiting my out of control eating habits that doesn't make me miserable? A visit with my grandmother and a matinee of Mickey 17 tomorrow, I think.

( Album #457/1001: Lou Reed - Berlin )

OKAY LAUNDRY TIME, BYE.

It's so fucking cold in this building I want to die. But I'm just nine seven (I left this tab open for a while) short hours away from my week of freedom, so I must persevere.

Shit in the real world remains terrible, so I'm just going to watch the snow fall, fool around in Notion, and keep thinking about The Hollywood Ending for pretty much the entirety of my work day, I think.

24. What Are Your Favorite Names?

Luke, James, Uggles, Eatwell.

Went from yesterday's beautiful clear daylight and slight chill in the morning back into blackness and -30 degree weather today, and all on three hours of sleep to boot! Once again, daylight savings is a fucking scourge and I actively despise everyone involved in keeping it around for no goddamn reason year after year.

Anora was very good, at least, even if it did not convince me that Demi wasn't robbed. IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

Just a little over eight hours until I bail on work several hours early for Revolution, I just gotta white knuckle it through the weariness, let's go.

23. What Are the Best Souvenirs You’ve Ever Collected While Traveling?

Man, it's hard enough to shlep myself around the country, let alone bring stuff home with me, who does souvenirs these days? Oh, wait, probably the piece of orange confetti that I snatched out of the air when Orange Cassidy first won the All-Atlantic title at the first AEW show I went to! Two and a half years ago already, holy hell.

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 )