next time i'm getting a restraining order

So I uh, kinda fell of the cliff in the last couple of months.

Fucked part is I could feel it coming. The brain weasels have been getting a little louder, my ability to deal with stress is taking a big hit, my spoons for keeping up with things like oh, paying my bills has been starting to slide. Until I finally had to admit that the depression is back.

Then I spent a couple of weeks feeling depressed about that. Heh.

Fortunately the feeling sorry for myself part is easy to shake off, and once that's gone I can get off my ass and deal with the rest. It's actually nice out in Toronto right now and I can walk down the street without doing the mince-wild flailing-mince method of perambulation, so I'm going to do more of that. Probably today.

a snippet of my day job

One of the women I work is very extroverted. Today for some reason the topic of music came up and she decided that she was going to find a way for us to bond over the subject. So she started pulling up samples on her phone.

After about 20 minutes of this I finally had to ask her, "You don't actually know what punk is, do you?"


(Spoiler. She doesn't.)