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The menstrual nonsense seems to be nearing the end. My body, it seems, decided that doubling (the jury is out on trebling) the length/intensity was amusing. You know, for funsies. NOT FUN AND YOU CAN FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF. Parts of me feel bruised and I am not amused.
I have also been avoiding the news. It's a half-hearted kind of active. If it's on or in front of me, I will pay attention, but I'm not seeking it out. The world is quite literally on fire AGAIN and it's a lot. I can handle it, sure, but I also know that it's not good for me to handle it. There's no need to spiral out into the dark morass of my shitty brain chemistry if I can stake steps to mitigate some of it. The hamsters are already coked out and itching to run the wrong way on the wheel. I have no interest in giving them any assistance to do so.
I have also been avoiding the news. It's a half-hearted kind of active. If it's on or in front of me, I will pay attention, but I'm not seeking it out. The world is quite literally on fire AGAIN and it's a lot. I can handle it, sure, but I also know that it's not good for me to handle it. There's no need to spiral out into the dark morass of my shitty brain chemistry if I can stake steps to mitigate some of it. The hamsters are already coked out and itching to run the wrong way on the wheel. I have no interest in giving them any assistance to do so.
