14,743 Days Alive
5 Days and Counting Until Llama Comes to Visit
1 Desk STILL Not Put Together
For some reason I cannot fathom, I am having the hardest damn time getting to building my new desk. I need someone to sit with me. My brain just needs someone to parallel and yammer at. I am not good with silence right now.
Since I have no medical insurance right now, therapy isn’t an option until I am able to look into some of the local resources. J found an awesome one that I need to remember to look into, they messaged it to me the other day. I’m able to afford most of my medications since Brian is a specialty pharmacist for a local health system and knows ALL THE TRICKS. It’s pretty great.
It’s supposed to snow tomorrow and I am super excited! Maybe we’ll get to turn on the heating element of the fake fireplace/entertanement center thing. The cats seem to really enjoy when it is on. They are still only getting along occasionally. Spock really is a giant, jealous, mama’s boy, unfortately; Benny just wants Spock to be friend-shaped for him.
I need to sit down over the weekend and hammer out a few things. A decent amount of homework for one. Another is the menu for my LLC. I’d also like to get a functional list of all of my yarn projects right now and estimate, realisitically, finish dates for at least two of them.
I did manage to do some baking! I made a spice cake in the rice cooker, which is stupidly easy, tweaked it just a smidgen, and attempted to make icing. Next time, I’m just gonna grab some change and go buy some damn icing/powdered sugar. It was still yummy, though!
I may reach out to Nera tomorrow, see what she’s up to on Monday or Tuesday evening. I know that Kitt has a few more performances at their theater to do, so I don’t necessarily want to try to connect over the weekend. I also really need a day or two to recover from being around a lot of people for the first time in a long while. It’s not a negative, but I haven’t really been in a large public space since… before I moved home to Chicago in the summer of 2022. So that’s three years, give or take. I’ve worked retail, but it still isn’t a crush of dozens of people, usually. Public transit is fine, I can bring a book and a nightstick if I’m riding the train alone.
I enjoy socializing, but it is in far more limited quantities theses days. Especially with Llama coming to stay from Wednesday to very early the next Wednesday morning, that’s going to be six days of being in someone’s pocket. Someone I heartily adore, but another person in my space, even in a positive manner, makes me a little anxious. I’m happy to have her visit, genuinely. She’s a wonderful person, fun to be around, and has known me for over a decade now! Wow. Yeah, she’s a good egg, but I’m mildly nervous just the same.
Spock will be happy to have a familiar scent around, I’m sure. He adored Llama when we first met, back when I was living with Panda in Brandon, Florida. Such a long time ago, now.
Anyway, I’m going to try to read or crochet. Which I have been trying to do since, uh, Monday? Of last week? Relaxing is a damn struggle these days.
Take your meds, folks.
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