I don't want to anymore.

Well, my three days off work are almost over. Did I finish sorting my bedroom like I told myself I would? Nope. Downstairs desk area? Didn't even look at it. Write lots of words just for the fun of it? Ha! You're hilarious, Jem. Actually feel like I rested? Somehow also no. 😑

Did me being off work really jinx #WahooWednesday? 😭

See what happens when I book a Wednesday off work? 😂

🤍: Why are you upside down, my dear? 🖤: ¿ʇoʍ

Even the Finch app knows it's #WahooWednesday 🥲

🗝️🪽...

I have three whole days off work and I'm too burned out to enjoy it. I just want to hide somewhere dark and small and cry for 72 hours.

Sometimes I worry that the lift went down instead of up. ⬇️⬆️

I just realised. This week, for the first time ever, I looked around me and actually felt perfectly alright with—even glad of—the fact that I'm so aromantic. I simply do not understand these things that Other People feel and I don't want to. It doesn't seem to make most of them very happy anyway. 😅

Love is in the air... 💕

Ventured to the shops with this on my coat... #theirwingsmakeaheart #GoodOmens3 🖤🤍

So, uh, I had intended to throw together some tiny crochet Valentine piccies yesterday, but instead I fell asleep after work and failed to function for the rest of the evening. And... have yet to manage getting out of bed yet today. Maybe this evening, if it isn't too pointless doing them so late. 🩷

It's official, I don't have to work on the 13th May! ☺️

You know when you're too tired to do anything, but also too wired not to do anything. Eh. That.

Also, just in from work, and I am so, so, so, so exhausted. I just need to curl up on a sofa in a certain Soho bookshop and drift off to sleep to the sound of gentle bickering and gramophone music.

If my holiday doesn't get approved for May 13th, I'm not sure what I'll do. 😶

Always when I'm at work till 10pm then, yeah? Hnghhhhhhghhhhh. Must appear normal.

A reminder for those who need it: If a so-called friend has to make you walk on eggshells when you talk to them, subtly belittles you, makes you feel unimportant in their life, and gives you nausea and anxiety when you see their name? That is not your friend.

When you realise your house has the same bloomin' doorknobs as the bookshop. 🥹❤️

Also why am I working until 10pm on Wahoo Wednesday? 😭

I never saw any posts about the fandom doing Valentine's Day this yearrrr. 😭 How is it the second week of February already? 😐

📚...

Is it just me who would actually really like to know what's in Twelve's browser history?

Just seen something very unkind cross my timeline. Here's a thought: if you don't like a thing, have the heart not to say you don't like it where the person who made it can see.

I'm such a mopey fucking moper.

Writing isn't a joy anymore and it's making me sad. It just feels like a struggle to piece together tens of thousands of puzzle pieces, except none of them actually fit and they all have half a dozen duplicated bits of picture on.

I definitely needed to hear this. 💛

I really would like to visit the South Downs when it's nightingale season, but I'm not sure how or where exactly. Think I vaguely remember a post about how to visit by public transport... Might have to sniff that out. If anyone who's had the pleasure of a visit has any tips I'd appreciate it. 💛

Why did I agree to work over till 10pm tonight and on Wednesday. Why. 😭

My brain: reaches point of maximum panic and throws the image of early 90s Crowley joining a boyband at me—you know the type, all white outfits soaked through by freak rainstorms, running hands all over own chest for some reason, gazing moodily into the distance wearing randomly unbuttoned shirt...

In all serious(ish)ness though, happy birthday @mchshe.bsky.social 🥳 You're a wonderful human and we all adore you very much. 🤍🖤

Sooo, it's @mchshe.bsky.social's birthday, huh? This calls for crochet silliness! 🥳💛 1/7

I hate living surrounded by triggers that are just normal stuff to everyone else. Things that are unavoidable in everyday life. You'd think I'd get desensitised, but nope. I'm so tired.

The bookshop looks sad. I hope it lights up like a smile when he walks back in.

My brain isn't computing that it's a new picture from a new story I haven't yet seen. Useless, emotionless, after-work exhausted thing. 😖

It looks like autumn. 🤔🍂

I am on my break at work and there's a colleague in here with me. Trying so hard not to sob. 🙃

I forgot it's Wednesday tomorrow. Ngk.

#GoodOmens comfort chain! Pass it on! 🖤🤍

I love Good Omens by the wonderful Sir Terry Pratchett 💛

Dithered too long over buying the last piece of GO original art from @illustoryart.bsky.social and someone beat me to it. Don't dither, friends. You'll only realise how much you wanted it once it's gone. 😭💔

Second thoughts, it's probably posts like that that lost me the follower actually. 🥲

Looking back and realising the one thing you ever achieved was something that very nearly killed you, which you had to unachieve if you wanted to survive, leaving you with nothing to show for forty years of life. Aren't Sundays fun.

Never mind the jobs you had, tell me five classes you took in college... I don't Remember Was I Supposed To?

Lost a follower. I'm actually impressed how long it took them to notice they hate tiny crocheted fun.

Good Omens in a nutshell. 🖤

Me realising I wrote a story called 'Until Wednesday' last year and maybe I Agnes Nuttered this whole damn waiting game we're in. 🥲