I Lost My Clues

A 3-post collection

Sunday, Unfucking Continueth

I have made some discoveries today. The yarn needle I thought I had was conspicuous by its absence. So I have to go get one, somewhere, before I finish my new cane cord.

My mistake there.

And my main email program has soft-locked me out of using it, so I have to remain on the back-up Google email until it's all unfucked.

Sigh.

I'm still in process of attempting to unfuck the program that's supposed to do subtitles for me so I don't have to spend the majority of the day writing them in by hand. AND attempting to splice features into a music program when I barely understand the instructions to do that.

I got problems, my dear readers. Attempting to figure out the priority on that noise is yet another problem looming overhead.

This is looking like a good day to crawl back into bed, honestly.

Wednesday, Rant Day and Lack of Clues

As I write, I have very little idea of what I'm going to do for this week's Weird Writer Wednesday. I might resort to a State of the WIP if no other ideas float into my cranium.

So far, I have driven Mayhem to work, hurried back so I could be in time for a telehealth shrink appointment. Then there were technical issues that made connecting at all a problem and a half. Yay.

It's almost midday, and I only just now

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Thursday

Not only do I have a crook Mayhem to fret about, but there's also a cleaning day. Mayhem's earliest appointment to see the Doc is right about exactly in the afternoon when I need to be watching for Chaos, so there's going to be some juggling there.

Fun times.

I dunno what the everloving eff is up with my bod. I'm under macros but over calories and it's either proof that calories are made up bullshit or something else be going on.

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