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hmmm...
Was planning on going on a huuuged cooking jag this weekend and break in the vacuum sealer thingie. Not sure if I can be arsed now (pies! Pasties! TUNA EVERYWHERE! QUICHES! STEAAAAKS! SPINACH RICOTTA POCKETPUFFS!) It does involve having to drag a ton of meat home from the supermarket. *ponders s'more* Although Penny does need her baby food, and I will no doubt need to purchase more cigaros....
Also need to get off my arse and mow the fucking lawn. Or make![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torasin do it. Preferably before the ducks come back. And finish repairing the chook shed. And the guttering. And that garden seat.
I swear, I have been such a lazy shit of late....can't help it. been in a peculiar physical state of late. Hurts a fuckton more than normal, although I have been a very good kitty and not bitten anyone. Metabolism meds have also been fucking with me of late in a seriously peculiar manner. Seriously. I'm either eating everything in sight, or loathing the sight of food. I also very strongly suspect they're exacerbating my light sensitivitely. Goddamn side effects can eat my arse out with a spoon. A SPOON. End result: A rife case of CBF I have not known since I worked at Telstra. O.o
Noticed last night that the mark on my back is darkening again. Which is usually a precursor to more spinal shenanigans. OH JOY. YES THANK YOU. THIS IS JUST WHAT WE NEED WITH HALF OUR GUYS GONE AT WORK ALREADY.
In short: Falling apart. As per usual. Pass the glue pot. Fwaaaaaaaa
Also need to get off my arse and mow the fucking lawn. Or make
torasin do it. Preferably before the ducks come back. And finish repairing the chook shed. And the guttering. And that garden seat.I swear, I have been such a lazy shit of late....can't help it. been in a peculiar physical state of late. Hurts a fuckton more than normal, although I have been a very good kitty and not bitten anyone. Metabolism meds have also been fucking with me of late in a seriously peculiar manner. Seriously. I'm either eating everything in sight, or loathing the sight of food. I also very strongly suspect they're exacerbating my light sensitivitely. Goddamn side effects can eat my arse out with a spoon. A SPOON. End result: A rife case of CBF I have not known since I worked at Telstra. O.o
Noticed last night that the mark on my back is darkening again. Which is usually a precursor to more spinal shenanigans. OH JOY. YES THANK YOU. THIS IS JUST WHAT WE NEED WITH HALF OUR GUYS GONE AT WORK ALREADY.
In short: Falling apart. As per usual. Pass the glue pot. Fwaaaaaaaa