[CAUTION: PERSONAL STUFF. I don’t keep a personal blog anymore; if I did, I’d write this stuff there, as opposed to here. (I’ve also forgotten my Livejournal password.) I am feeling inclined to write anyway, so, deal with it.]
I am unwell today. I think I got gluten’d from my office cafeteria breakfast, and so the morning has been… unpleasant.
Sometimes I hear stories about people who take medication for depression or anxiety, and they start feeling better and decide to stop taking their meds because they think they don’t need them anymore, and then everything falls apart; I am not one of those people. I’m on anxiety medication and it’s improved my quality of life a thousand times over and I do not plan to stop taking it unless there’s a really good reason not to. Similarly, it’s days like today where I realize that no matter how much progress I’ve made in terms of my GI illnesses – and I’ve made a lot of progress – there is absolutely no wiggle room for mistakes; if I eat something I’m not supposed to, I pay for it.
(This is also a “fuck you” to people who go out of their way to make fun of people who are gluten-free. Let me assure you, this is not a choice.)
I am also feeling a bit pessimistic about a timely resolution to the impending NJ Transit strike, despite one of the lead quotes from this article (which directly flies in the face of last night’s developments). My office also won’t let me work from home, so I’ll be forced to take vacation time, even though my inability to get into work isn’t my fault.
My rental copy of The Division finally arrived yesterday, and so I’d been hoping to offer up some early impressions today; alas, the game required a 3GB patch and for whatever reason my PS4 was refusing to download it in a timely fashion. That said, if the above-referenced transit strike ends up happening and I’m stuck at home, well… I’ll be able to do a much more thorough write-up, at the very least.
What else, what else, what else. I don’t know. I’m in a weird headspace today; feeling discouraged and pessimistic, in addition to everything else. I wish I could go into greater detail here, but this isn’t the best place for it.
Shouts From The Couch 