update: acquired boxes. packed 2.5 of them. am amazed at how much stuff I forgot I had. really the hard part is just properly getting rid of all the crap that isn't worth moving, much of which is still in the same box I packed it in the last time I moved
it just feels like it would be very wholesome to bike into town so I can catch the bus into the city
there's an old rail ROW by my new place that runs into town. I know people use it as an atv trail, but I wonder if it's doable with a bike. at the least, it would be safer to train (heh) on than the road
ph ~, mh -
the pain is mostly gone (or at least unfelt) today. which is great, except now I don't have a reason for feeling so fuzzy and down, it's just my brain being a brain
ph -, mh -, weed
I feel like if I suddenly began to actually feel all the physical pain in my body and not dissociate from it, I would just be screaming constantly. and I think it's always been that way
ph -, mh -, weed
I know the right thing to do rn is get high. I know that's what my therapist would tell me to do. it's not like I'm capable of much else rn. but my brain keeps telling me this shouldn't be enough pain to make me nonfunctional, and even though that's clearly bullshit,,,
the link is a video about Anglo-Saxon monastic sign language, which is a thing I didn't know existed. but yeah middle ages monks were just autistic weren't they
sometimes I think I shoulda been a monk. quietly rerereading what presumably would have been my favorite book, maybe writing down some Takes for the ages
part of that road now has a nice protected bike lane, but I don't know if unicycles are allowed in bike lanes
they/them
My name is Else. As in if
Autistic and adamantly anti-assimilationist
Vulgar but vulnerable vulpine
N.B.: Enby.
Stealing the rainbow from god