Apr 11
Went to funeral today. Thought I'd be fine/no tears because I hadn't really been feeling the grief. Then they said the deceased asked for a Langston Hughes poem to be read. Yeah, I spilled a couple tears.
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Went to funeral today. Thought I'd be fine/no tears because I hadn't really been feeling the grief. Then they said the deceased asked for a Langston Hughes poem to be read. Yeah, I spilled a couple tears.
Started watching this documentary and idk y exactly but I'm actually crying because of everyone interviewed who wholeheartedly champions the right of access to knowledge.
Fighting my Huawei tablet tooth and nail rn to install a damn Linux distro, and my main opponent is inconsistent boot menu key. Like why why why can't i just press the key and get BIOS?
Ugh my body is so tired and in discomfort right now. I signed up for D&D last minute today and had to rush through errands after work then rush to the library so I've literally not relaxed my body since 5:30 this morning until now thirteen hrs later. Just all my muscles tensed and minimal dinner too so my stomach really hurts now. Emotionally worth it tho. Haven't played in a year and it's awkward with a new group of course pero disfruté mucho convivir con otros. Also they/them character solidarity with the dinosaur riding druid.
Recently found out both my mother and Lindsey had never heard of coati before. Ma sends me a picture of a mysterious creature crossing the road that I can immediately tell is a coati but she says no that's not it. I show Lindsey the picture and she says she's never seen something like it before. That was a month ago.
Now my cousin whose mom was with my ma at the time went up that road and saw one up close and she's an agroecologa and immediately called it a coati. I am vindicated. Of course I find out through my mom yelling it to me from one room over as I am on the phone with Lindsey and Lindsey hears and then starts getting excited after she looked them up since last time and now there's five people really excited about this coati.
Hungry and feel like stew but zero favorite ingredients and zero spoons for heat cars or people. So. We are throwing approximations into the pot and praying.
Hurting a little more tonight. Sitting in the car's passenger seat, asked to be silent, while she takes a call from her mom and implies she's meeting friends from work.
"sorry, I didn't tell my mom I was picking you up."
I haven't done anything wrong but be honest to everyone about what and who I am. And then maybe a little too soft hearted about this hurt. But it's one thing to know secondhand someone's homophobia and another to sit silent at the threat of it.
Rewatching Diablero and completely forgot Ventura has a breakdown while he's giving the homily not just once, but twice. Man really decided to trauma dump about his kidnapped daughter (who he as a Catholic priest should definitely not have) on the whole congregation two Sundays in a row. And then just disappears before the next Sunday. They definitely thought he killed himself out of guilt. Like no one is making the correct jump to 'sacrificed himself to Tezcatlipoca in place of his daughter', but they're not far off from a certain view.