heh so apparently on my trip I’m probably *not* going to Oxford for Tolkien’s house because there might not be time, I’m probably *not* going to the horse museum because “it looks like it’s just a sales pitch,” and despite most things opening at 10am, we’ll have to be on the road by 8 most days.
oh but it’s okay, we’re going to at least one RAF museum, we’re trekking the fuck to the east coast to bullshit about BMW’s at a car repair shop, and we’re planning a night of accomodation and half a day’s plan around a HAM radio swap meet. 😒
I’m rioting if he says we can’t go to Alnwick next. I’m not paying for this trip but it’s definitely not my trip anymore. As usual, I’ll be the tagalong that everyone is surprised is exhausted and bewildered.
why must granite exist as a countertop material, like who the FUCK decided it was a good idea to take something that makes a hugely loud noise when glass and ceramic even gently come in contact with it and stick it all the hell over kitchens and bathrooms, two places that can already produce impressive echoes from the smallest noises
"I'm hungry but I might throw up but food might help but please don't make me SMELL the food"
"I'm tired so I won't pick a fight but also do not fucking tempt me because I will throw down for literally any reason today even though I'm tired"
random quick flashes of giddiness when the pain subsides for a few minutes followed by more tired (and possibly more pain) because giddy takes energy you don't quite have but can't always remind yourself that you don't have
YAY STIMS AND TICS because they might be the only thing that keeps you from going batshit on everyone but also you can't really indulge them much today because it's iMpOLitE to do that at a place of work, “ :/// “
the single 100-watt light bulb in the bathroom is as bright as a dozen supernovas
hydration almost sorta kinda barely helps but also aggros your stomach a little but you'll be even more aggro without it, so...
"please universe, i'm. begging you. don't let the phone ring again for the rest of the day"
What happened in your childhood!? Surgery on your eyes, broken hip, and falling on your head!? My parents would have wrapped in packing bubbles! Glad your feeling better...? :)
akshfjkdhgkjfhkgj listen, between birth and age 10, I variously
(under a cut in case someone doesn’t want to read medical stuff)
had seizures (hip fracture was related to one of them), which theoretically settled down quite awhile ago but I have zero concrete guarantees that they’re truly gone (about a third of my family has them in the first 6 months of life but I was glaringly the most severe recorded case)
had chicken pox that nearly hospitalized me
had several severe ear infections, which might or might not have eventually contributed to my current hyperacusis mess in some way
almost choked to death from a minor but persistent respiratory infection
had at least 4 major concussions and quite a few other assorted head bumps
fell off a horse, again headfirst (it was *completely* my fault but there you go)
got attacked by the family dog (no lasting damage but we did get rid of the dog within the week)
came fairly close to drowning in a pool
had my first migraine at age 7
walked 1-2 miles home in Texas in summer because I forgot my own phone number and didn’t know how to ask my friend’s parents to call home for me
It’s just dumb luck that I didn’t break a bunch of bones in the process.
As for the eyes, I was born with one crossed and one lazy. Eye surgery is kind of iffy and imprecise under the best circumstances (this was long before lasik existed and it’s not the kind of thing that lasik can help anyway afaik), so getting more than one isn’t unheard of.
...in retrospect, all of that might explain a few things. XD
it's a wild ride working for someone who doesn't always remember the difference between an email address and a website but mocks you for not knowing how to fix obscure errors on a binary code level when you've had literally no reason to ever do so
it's a wild ride working for someone who doesn't know how to spell the simplest words in his native language but tremendously disapproves that you don't have worldwide time zone differences memorized when you had literally no reason to ever do so
it's a wild ride working for someone who doesn't know there's a "sort by" file function on computers but laughs at you for not knowing about a SUPER obscure and trivial toggle on your phone that you might use exactly twice in your entire life
it's a wild ride working for someone who claims to not have time for TV but laughs at you for not keeping up with all the latest shows
it's a wild ride working for someone who complains about student debt forgiveness but laughs at you for buying most of your clothes at thrift stores and almost never eating out
it's a wild ride working for someone who usually only gets his news in 2-minute chunks during radio talk show breaks and calls anyone who gets their news online a conspiracy theorist
it's a wild ride working for someone who ridicules the concept of online friends but hasn't actually had time for lunch and a prolonged casual conversation with irl friends for about 20 years
it's a wild ride working for someone who condones and borderline endorses Chicago-style corruption but screams about government bureaucracy
it's a wild ride working for someone who's tired as all hell but mocks anyone who's not a weekend warrior
It’s a special level of surreal when you’ve heard of many places in a country you’re going to visit but you really can’t remember where the hell they are.
Like I’m aware of many English place names but what the fuck is in the west country? What comprises East Anglia? Wait, where’s the boundary line with Scotland again? xD xD xD
And you can bet your ass I’m going to learn it all by the time I travel, but for now I’m in that mode of s uf fer i ng trying to figure out logistics (also rural American sense of distance vs. zonked out tourist distance). Like shiiit, my sense of direction is spotty at best and that’s if I’m in an area I’ve been to hundreds of times.
