It seems my chronic fatigue brain fog is getting worse. Over the past couple of years it has been getting progressively more and more difficult to type sentences and end up with a result that remotely resembles what I think I am typing.
It is very frustrating and discouraging me from communication in written form.
On the lighter side, I do like that 'brain fog' has become a term that people vaguely understand now that Long COVID is making all the chronic fatigue things fashionable to have....
I have not written in this in so long. I have simultaneously far too much and absolutely nothing to catch this up on.
I went to Simon and Joe's on the 31st of July and got back to mine properly on the 1st of September (though a couple of things I left behind are still there). It was actually fairly nice and reminded me how annoyed I am that when my building was renovated we lost our giant windows that allowed the illusion of indoor-outdoor flow. The illusion of outside-ness was the best thing about this place, and in the "upgrade" that was lost and I am cranky about it.
I am still fighting my way through Brandon Sanderson's novels - have now finished Oathbringer (but have skipped Mistborn 4-6 as the original three made a passable trilogy but didn't leave me caring about the world enough to want to read more).
Otherwise, don't have a lot to say for myself.
The food study finally started late August, almost three months late, and has not been great for my mood management. To the point I have been eating more junk food than usual around the terrible couscous-heavy meals I am having to cook myself.
So basically I am being a sad antisocial boy who has the poops of too much couscous consumption, and there is little else happening.