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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.

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I'm so glad it's almost over, and I hope it's the last!

The world is a nightmare right now, even moreso than usual. There's something to be said for awareness, but more to be said for needing to keep on keeping on in whatever ways you can. So much praise for not adding meth to the coked out hamsters.

Everything is still friggen winding down, but at least it's actually winding down. The lack of cramps (outside a few very brief pangs) has been a blessing.

And as much as I want to follow what's happening in various parts of the news, I can't. I'll end up overwhelmed and that will be stressful and paralyzing. I would much rather just not, knowing that this is what's best for me. Your mileage, etc. I don't need to self-sabotage what enjoyment I do get out of this life of mine. I've done it before. While it sucked at the time, the lesson has been invaluable.