Dear diary...

I know I've been neglecting you all too fiercely. 

Much has happened since my last confession.

I have all but gotten the new camera to work, even Photoshop has been making an effort to keep up and bridge the mirrorless formats. I am only having a wee bit of insubordination issues with the new lens, but we're getting there.

New WoW expansion will soon be upon us. I am mildly thrilled, whereas G has given up on it. 120 bucks for a pretty box for a game he doesn't plan to play. I am getting him a cool hunters' rifle instead, IRL

I've taken up karate and have gone 14 times already, skipping out only yesterday because I am not feeling a 100%. Not Covid, just this weird unpleasant, not all there feeling. I don't want to be caught in the rain after getting all heated and sweaty indoors. 

October's crush on Jack Skellington and Billie Eilish's rendering of Sally's song (and reading the Pumpkin Queen) has slowly drifted into November's crush on Adar - the only fuckable elf in the billion-dollar Tolkien show put out recently, which is the most beautiful bore since the Fall (2006). It isn't easy to watch other works by Joseph Mawle, as he tends to go for the freakishly depressing and weird in his opus. Some freakish fanfiction on him, too.

October was a record sale month, which I've not quite caught up with yet in November, being the 15th... You really never can tell. The Freaky Halloween and Spooky House paints have been wildly well received, same as Dark Mermaids and dark Dryades. I am currently working on some remakes and a whole range of blue shimmers called Frost. 

Not much else in other news. I saw a photo of my niece, which is the prettiest human I have ever seen, and we have a new president, same old same old. I've gone to a retarded metal-detecting-conservations seminar, but not yet to any of the communal hunts. Lyra is getting old and I am better off working. I feel indoor-y. But i am looking forward to getting another doggy, so as to force me to take my lazy old ass out more. 

Which I might do right now, because I discovered there is a bakery that makes Dobosh cake in town. Hello! Motivation, see??

Am again spitting bits of a tooth, though at least for now I am slowly starting to comprehend losing a filling is not as catastrophic as, say, breaking your face by being clumsy. By checking out the various dentists' offices, none of which are responding to my mail, I start to notice it's not even all that unusual. So I now hope not to break the rest of the walls still remaining (it WAS, technically, a third of the tooth that's broken off) by consuming food which can be devoured without chewing and has a ton of calories. Thank the gods for honey.

In the meanwhile, both our fans AND the AC are on full blast, doing their best to keep us sane - it's 35'C so far, with a heatwave barely starting. Yes, I am sore all over, however, walking out yesterday to stroll the doggo, despite it being 8pm, my dizziness returned after half an hour and I needed to return and hide in the cold bathtub. No matter how beautiful I find summers to be, they are hell here, in this filthy little city. Whole different story at G's parents' place. 95F in the country is like 70 in the real world. I am soaked in sweat even if I go out at 5am. Some weird rain keeps on falling from small puffs of clouds, only making everything more humid. 

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How have I not discoevred earplugs until now? Holy pickle.

WISHLIST (PAYMENT ALTERNATIVES) - because anyone can have money, but craft supplies are better :)))

STICKII - Vintage or Pop monthly subscriptions - 12 euro (24 euro for both).

https://stickiiclub.com/

PAPERGANG - 23 euro per box

https://papergang.com/?_ga=2.72204240.2136188413.1648479609-2057883587.1646769007

CORA CREA CRAFT box - 45 euro

https://www.etsy.com/shop/CoraCreaCrafts?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=799232185

anything, really, from THE WASHI SHOP

https://thewashitapeshop.com/

JUNK JOURNALER'S DELIGHT box - around 100 euro for three boxes...

https://www.cratejoy.com/subscription-box/cheery-bird-vintage/?pt=category&gs=arts-and-craft-subscription-boxes&cn=10&pn=3&ft=&sn=main

WILDFLOWER BOX - 17 euro a month - shipping...

https://wildflowerpaperclub.com/

... any of THESE, to be honest :D https://www.gathered.how/arts-crafts/stationery-subscription-boxes/

I had the privilege of playing with a small crow today. For about a minute. And by playing I mean I pretended to help and she pretended to need help, until her mother came and let me know I will be murdered unless I stop playing at once. 

       The thing is, on the doggy walk, we found a young bird, about the size of a pigeon, by the walkway. I approached it carefully, making little noises, and caressed it slowly, then picked it up, wondering what to do. One option was to put her in the bushes, away from the dogs and prying eyes. Another was to take it home and nurse it back to health. Its tail was all messed up. (My next-door neighbour is a vet.) But once I moved to pick up my bag and the dog on the leash, the bird got upset. Then its mother or whichever relative showed up, warning me to back off. As this was not my first encounter with crow parents, I knew to obey instantly. I still have a dent in my motorcycle helmet from the time I thought birds can't hurt me.

I'll admit. It's a good one.. :))

 

Dear Lord

So far today I've done alright.

I haven't gossiped,

I haven't lost my temper.

I haven't been greedy,

grumpy, nasty, selfish or

over-indulgent. I'm very

thankful for that. But in a few

minutes, Lord, I'm going to

get out of bed...

And from then on,

I'm going to need

a lot more help.

Amen.

And today my hand looks like it swallowed a tennis ball...

Gods, yes, my doctor is attractive, but I swear I am not deliberately maiming myself. I only visit them, like, once every three years or something, I am too embarrassed otherwise. 

I'm even getting these weird blistery thingies... Fun times.

Not saying this isn't deserved. I was being arrogant, fully aware that after we rob them of the honey (acacia, nomm nomm nomm), making room for chestnut (which needs to be removed, ere it gives them acidic poopoo), they will be in a homicidal mood. But it was a strenuous day and I wanted to help G, who was to return the combs to the hives. I said: gimme half, I'll start from this end and we'll meet in the middle. Neither of us was using the smoking thingie.

       Of course every time I opened the lid they came at me like arrows. And I knew which hive is the most aggressive, but I still totally ignored the onslaught. The savage bjash got me THROUGH the 3mm leather glove I paid good money for! And of course my brain immediately pitchen in, as my brain as an asshole: you do know this is your most protected area, right? Everything else is just a thin layer of canvas ....

       Haven't slept a bit tonight, it hurts insanely, like it's going to explode. Also tinkles, itches, burns and looks so funny :)))))

Stupid, stupid, stupid fucking infection

It was an infection. All along, well over two months of pain and confusion, worried there is something awfully wrong with me. I shat myself four times today, worried about what the doctors may find. 

A stupid fucking infection. Just some bacteria in the pee. Dealt with, with a handful of pills. 

Idiotic fucking bladder. It could have said something before I googled all kinds of colon cancer!!