My brain spent a whole day reminding me it was Shitlord's birthday. I did not text him. I ignored my impulse to be nice.
Best adulting I have done.
Anyway, otherwise what have I been up to since I last wrote.
The only two times I have left the house since I last wrote were a trip to pakkers on Saturday evening and then going to my weekly D&D game at Ian's tonight.
Otherwise it has just been a bit of The Sims 4 and a bunch of reading. T.J. Klune's Flash Fire was a fun, if heavy handedly topical, YA superhero romp (it tries to undo the subtle copaganda of the previous book in the series in a way that is occasionally slightly cringy).
And I spent Sunday wrapped up like a culturally insensitive cosplaying of the Inuit people, with my heatpump the highest I have ever set and and still feeling too cold (even though I have had it confirmed it wasn't a particularly cold day) and feeling super sleepy the whole time. Once it was late enough in the evening that I could go to bed without it being weird, I was too awake, too warm, and ended up sitting in a room that had had no heating, in my my boxers, feeling far too warm.
Not sure if it was a day of germs, or just the weirdness of my thermoregulation going super overboard for the day. Hopefully once my messed up thyroid tumour cluster comes out that sort of thing stops (though it did start a long time before the thyroid got particularly large - so knowing my luck it will be some whole other health problem).
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