It has been raining for days. I'm always sleepy.
I'm at level 29 on Pokemon TCGO. Thirty (30) is the finish line where Challenges are concerned, so I'm very close. I've also started playing TGC in person at a game shop in the city about once a month. It takes a lot out of me physically to sit up that long, so I can't be there often. It also gets extremely busy and overwhelming, which is draining. But the people are cool, and it has been a mostly good experience so far. I'm being cautious, and if I ever get to the point where I'm feeling more stress than not, I'll stop going.
This is one of those weeks where I'm forcing myself to eat. I said I wasn't going to do that, but I can't fast for very long without serious symptoms, so I have to find some sort of happy medium. I bought a lot of protein drinks, and I've made a couple of decent meals, but I'm not feeling it. Any of it.
Not feeling social media lately, either. Twitter has been a riot with the "covfefe" thing, but it's back to being an angry cesspool again, so I've deactivated for now. Make no mistake, I'm definitely on team angry, but I'll spare you the details. Facebook is a different monster altogether. I use Social Fixer to filter out a lot of crap. If I didn't, I'd lose my mind over the politics and general stupidity. There are also people who act like their goal is to misunderstand everything I say. They don't detect humor or sarcasm, or they think I meant something I didn't mean, or whatever. Not many people get it wrong, but the few that do make me want to throw up my hands and walk away. I have no patience for this anymore. I guess it's a part of being sick, or tired, or in pain, or simply getting old.
Things have calmed down at the apartment complex for the most part, so that's a plus. I don't really understand what's going on across the hall anymore, but I've decided I don't care. Sometimes, not caring is for the best.
Miss Crankypants, over and out.