Blade Runner 49

I like me a movie that a) makes me use my peripheral vision and b) makes me keep all of my brain on. Even the Hegel and Kant parts. 

Guess how many proper ones I find on these shroom-hunts with dad... :D

 

 

Can't sleep.
Reading through some adorable boy-on-boy manga...
Blue Sky Complex, about two introvert opposites-attract students...

.. and Toritan, about a guy who can talk to birds and a guy who is actually a raven...

It's making me want to write a yaoi crime novel. If only my brain wasn't all over the place with all this medical shit.

Well, today was an interesting day. I offed to the clinic in early morning and hadn't left hospital grounds until two in the afternoon.

First was my after-antibiotics check-up – that treatment is finally over and I can now get normal functioning intestine and other fun places back. Man, those were killers! They instantly melted any sugar in any food I ate and I had to suffer sugar withdrawals all day, while my stomach growled and I shook like a junky.

G went to his doctor because his ankle was still sore, and sent me a text: I'm in the emergency room. This is always a great way to start a conversation. Once I was done with peeing in a cup (ALWAYS a nightmare for me, I am just not designed for that kind of acrobatic achievements), I hurried to the ER to find out what the fuck happened now. As it turns out, they didn't think his ankle is sore at all, they thought it's been well broken for a week and the fucking idiot insisted it's nothing. So, they took x-rays, found old fracture and put a cast on him. He had to lie down for an hour for the cast to dry, but after that they forgot to give him any crutches and just told him to find a doctor and deal with it. I just ran to the closest medical store and bought some, even though the longest ones are still kind of short for him. But at least he managed to get home – you would not believe how long the halls and streets are if you’re hardly able to walk properly - and then slept for the better part of the day. I went right back to my doctor to get the test result, but they weren't in yet, so I went home to sleep as well.

Shit. We had plans to go see Blade Runner 2.0 this week. :/

It was the weekend that threw me. I'm distracted with my own shit. Normally, I would not tolerate him pretending everything is fine while he sweated up the stairs. I'd be all over him on the start of the third day. But then Friday came and the weekend and we figured it wasn't so bad because mostly we just chilled at home.

Annoying stubborn motherfucker. Made of porcelain.

On the nature of shy creatures ...

Disconnect of a preocupied mind ...

The brain keeps doing these tiny loops, these odd little ... Like - I'm trying to masturbate and I keep losing concentration, wandering off to thinking of mushrooms and texts and how I should probably take the books back to the library ... This translates to every other aspect of my day. I am unable to focus, at all. I keep forgetting what I was going to do halfway to the kitchen to make myself coffee. general asks me a question and I forget what it began like by the time he is done asking it. Even holding a conversation is unusually difficult.

That's the Brain. The curious case of pompons and buttons - the Feelz are lovely. I feel really nice. Sure, sprinkled with anxiety, but really happy. Almost carefree. Almost ... CBA. So? So I scratch the car. So I forget to take out the dog. So I burn my coffee. So I don't finish the book this year. So I get a tick because I hate showering. So what?

Dangerous territory, this odd despondent dementia. People have been warned my brain is being outsourced. Curious indeed. 

Drove dad to another mushroom hunting morning and, because he was very tired from having road-tripped with my bro yesterday - he moved very slowly. I took over 200 photos of mushrooms during, from a dark foggy woods, beautiful as can be, to the bright sunny variety there-of. Making photos of the last shoots we made with April, though - forget about it. I have absolutely no idea what to do. 

When finding the proper ones isn't what you're best at, you can also go home and PS the * out of pics of shrooms! ... :D Fun times.