Forgot to title this in time so it has a long name in my list now.

After wagging my zoom tutorial on Wednesday, because no first year wants to watch the weird mature student cry, I have gone on to do basically nothing.

I finished watching Schitt's Creek (well, the five seasons on Netflix - resisting urge to VPN cheat so I can watch the rest by pretending to be in Canada).  Got updates about my Canadian grandmother (who is rudely being sick the same week the other one died.... old people!?!).  Finished Pillars of Eternity 2: Deadfire whilst watching the last few episodes of Critical Role's first campaign (and only got a bit weirded out by the same voices being in both).  And used far too many parentheses on this thing.

I did manage to get as far as washing and dressing yesterday.  And did some laundry.  But failed to go for a walk like I had meant to, or tidy my kitchen, or even do my dishes.

And had to look up how to moisturise eyelids as mine had started painfully cracking.  I know I generally suck at autumn and drying out like a mummy, but eyelids.  How are dry eyelids even a thing.
I am seriously rethinking this whole being middle aged thing.
Should have stopped at young......

And last night while chatting to foreigners on a dating app, because new friendly-acquaintances-in-foreign-countries-that-I-know-I-will-never-meet make for a good distraction, when an obvious romance scammer started messaging me.  Though the more he talked the more I don't think he is romance scamming.  For one thing his English is too good.  For another he is actually pleasant to chat with.  Not quite sure why someone who looks that much like an Instagram model is so keen on chatting with me.  I guess I may find out in time.  I suspect he may just be someone using stolen pics.

Who knows, I could get a serious long distance relationship with someone very far away.  Thus get the benefit of commitment (i.e. not having to pretend that I am trying to find someone or feel judged and unlovable for being alone) without any risk of having to get over my issues enough for making intimate physical contact with anyone....


Wait, no.  Blogging about it made me think about it so I google searched and found the Instagram the pics were all stolen from.  Ah well, should he start chatting again I shall entertain myself knowing he is catphishing.