I couldn't figure out what the splattery noises were. My nose had soaked through the absorptive material I was using and dripped on the bed. Sitting up, it dripped down my throat and onto my tongue. My blood tastes so bad now for some reason. It was weird.

Maybe it's just me, but I find myself feeing more betrayed by my own body when I have a good day than when I have a normal or bad one. Like, why are we suddenly able to have a good day? What did I do to allow this to happen? How can I replicate it so I can have them more often?

Why can I not have this Fukitol feeling every day? Why can't I just be half dissociated and not give a crap?

*taps sign*

The bus lighting makes me look like I'm at a very cold rave. I just need a glowstick with a Santa hat. XD

Some idiot above me (dunno who; could be 2nd or 3rd floor) had the bright idea of putting all their holiday leftovers down the drain, causing my kitchen sink to back up.

Having a gorgeous panic attack as week one of December comes to an end and I'm only at $40/150 & already behind because I got sick twice in November which piled on unexpected costs. Please share. Please toss a coin if you can. I'd be so happy for work if you got any!

Help a disabled writer out until I can get client work in the new year? #HelpSky #MutualAid #HelpFolksLive2025

Cooking should not be painful, but here we are. I had to get a new crock pot because Gramma's finally became unusable. It's, er, larger than I realised. I now have way too much soup crocking, and a doughball in the bread machine being beaten up. I haven't cooked so much in years.

This is so accurate it causes me mild physical pain.

All righty. I have seen the FNAF Movie 2, can already see the plot of the 3rd, and I am ready for spoilers and analysis. I don't particularly *like* the direction they took, but I can see it based off what we knew when the second game came out. I could see all the bits of the other games in there.

so this one hit me with some Feels

I seem to have picked a seat entirely too close to the screen here at the theater.

Hm. Just heard the song Jolene for the first time I remember (I've probably heard it, but never paid attention), and I'm thinking "bitch, you want her that bad, fine. Leave the money and the house to me and get out."

Before I start, I am okay. I am home safely, there was no accident, and the usual post-incident panic has now set in.

I chose not to have children. I resent being woken up at dark o'clock by someone else's screaming brat because his father couldn't be arsed to wake up until one of the other kids got sick of the toddler and went to get him. (Footsteps tell stories to someone who has no choice but to hear it.)

Doomers who go “what’s even the point of fighting” always seem to forget that the wheel does - ultimately - turn, ever on…

EARLY CAT: What that? HUMAN: A fish. You can eat them. EARLY CAT: Mine now. I need it. I need the fish. Without fish I die. Gimmie fish. HUMAN: But you're from the desert. How can you possibly- EARLY CAT: WOE. WOE FOR KITTY. HUMAN INFLICTS A THOUSAND WOES ON- HUMAN: God. Fine. Have it.

Hm. I had to have an ekg and a chest x-ray... and a right scolding for not going to the hospital a couple weeks back. Won't this be fun.

@astromikemerri.bsky.social Stupid Question Time. Do we know what a dead globular cluster looks like? Have we detected any? They're dense & old, yes, but what do we know of their life cycle beyond "born from the same unimaginably huge cloud of dust & decided to be BFFs with their littermates?"

My dishwasher is making sick beats again. Ba-dum-ba-da-dum, rrRRR.

New Word of the Day: Breadator. Someone who enjoys tearing into bread, especially sourdough rounds, like they're a vegetarian leopard.

Massive shoutout out to whoever handles the Royal Canadian Air Force’s social media account. They responded to every single comment on their already very solid Trans Day of Remembrance post and they responded like this…

If your song uses the word "fly" as an adjective, it was not from the 80's. If your song was big about 10-15 years ago, it is not from the 80's. If your song uses the words "I made this for you on my phone," IT IS NOT FROM THE 80'S. If the singer is Ludacris, it is DEFINITELY. Not. From. THE 80'S!

Listening to the 80's playlist on YT again. Some things here were just snuck in, istg. There's one I recognise as being a Big Thing in the early 2010s, and one that was definitely from the 90's. We did not use "fly" in the 80's. That was the 90's.

Cranberry orange buns, pumpkin bread, and the makings for four different types of cookies. Those aren't baked yet because for one, I am in pain, and for another, I never noticed in that recipe it says to "let sit for an hour."

I get the feeling I'm going to have to fight people for my own cranberry orange buns. I can't keep them all; my metformin would give up.

Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now (Official Music Video) [HD] youtu.be/3wxyN3z9PL4?... via @YouTube I will always love that movie, Mannequin. I have a Thing about stories where the inanimate becomes animate.

This question is only for people who are old enough to remember soundtrack albums: Does it bother you if you go to YT and find the playlist of said album is out of proper album order? My brain does not like it--it knows what is supposed to come next, and whatever does is not right.

Everyone wake up to the socialist vampire conspiracy! They want to improve our heath care! youtu.be/Kqe3PKGcGkY?...

I was beginning to bake and tried to open the nutmeg jar. It was stuck fast, so I played this to see if the jar would open. (It didn't, but I still managed to get it open after breaking the flip cap.) John Legend & Stephen Colbert - Nutmeg youtu.be/yYf2yFD-iIk?... via @YouTube

I think I can make what I have in the cupboard last until my disability comes in at the end of the month but it will mean one or two meals a day. If you’d like to help out with that, I’d appreciate it. #MutualAid ko-fi.com/soniasulaiman/

Guy on phone: Girl gotta baby, but you're telling me she underage?? Me, thinking: I don't even have the patience to unpack what an utterly stupid statement that is.

I shall now await @kagesatsuki.com 's reaction to SciShow's new video on their favorite topic.

every author in the class action, please file the claim.

A silly little modern AU. When LWJ was just Babyji, he had very sensitive skin. They had to use special soap and detergent for him, but he cried that he didn't smell nice like everyone else. Eventually, a formula was worked out that smelled of sandalwood and didn't cause rashes.

Me: ... Why is this crochet piece folding?? Also me: Because six sides are more than four, you idiot. Me: 😣 *sigh, pull, pull, pull*

When people are stupid shitballs, bake something. People will still be stupid shitballs, but you’ll have a tasty treat. Birthday apple dumplings for my favorite daughter 🩷🍎

I jacked my back up really badly last night, and am in a lot of pain. I was hoping the chiro would be open today, but it seems they are not, for the same reason I'm not at work--Veterans' Day. I will just have to figure something out tomorrow.

I need help catching up on bills for my mom's care at a nursing home, and my own living expenses while I'm looking for work. Please donate, or share, friends! 🌱🙏 gofund.me/cb40a58b5

I'm fundraising for living expenses. If I meet the goal by the 15th of November, I'll release a story that I wrote for Clarion West Writer's Workshop. It's an experimental and philosophical piece about Hypatia of Alexandria called "Knowable, Harmonious, and Good." ko-fi.com/soniasulaima...

Brain: Hey, why don't we-- Me: No. Brain: You haven't even heard me out. Me: You probably want something stupid like 20 skeins of Wool Ease Thick and Quick to make a wool over-blanket for the bed that would be so heavy it would violate the Chandrasekar Limit and collapse into a black hole.

It can't make things worse, I suppose.

Thank you, friends. We’re almost there. I ate two meals today thanks to your generosity. ko-fi.com/soniasulaima...

Today is a day to wake up late, take a long, hot shower, and dress in warm, comfy clothes. Maybe go to a little café for a few hours to work and drink some good hot tea. Then a nice, long nap followed by soup and fresh made bread. I don't get to DO any of that, but this is the kind of day for it.

Dear blood, My nose is not an exit ramp. While I am pleased that you are thick and dark, and chock full of iron now, I need you to stay inside, please. You do me no good on my hands and clothes, making me look like a crime scene in the employee part of the court. Love, Nat