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State of the Yukie Address: blear, blear, yawn, where is my fuzzy touque
So it abruptly got REALLY DAMN COLD here; apparently it remembered this is Canada after last year's temporary amnesia? And part of me is like AWW YEEEE because godfuckit I hated last winter, it scared the fuck out of me. But another part of me is like NO REALLY WHERE IS MY HAAAAAAAT
Probably somewhere weird; when dad came over to take my window AC unit out for the season he randomly cleaned, which means some of my stuff that was out got put places I didn't expect them to be.
He also dusted all my action figures and posed them goofy. Like, he tried his damnedest to make both Sephiroths bro-fist but FF7!Seph fell over and AC!Seph was just sort of like "you left me hanging dude". Vincent had his gun pointed at Kaworu, Mateus was bopping spooky!Rei with his mage-staff...
...And ARTHAS AND DRACULA WERE IN A FACEOFF.
I was like, "DAD WHY"
Anyway
In other news my psychiatrist upped my Zoloft dose from 25 to 50mg, which is still absolutely piddling. XD;; Getting used to Zoloft = sleepy often. This happened when i first started it out too. I'm hoping this doesn't vaporise my capacity to be amorous. If it does I'm dropping back to 25mg, I am not dealing with the crap I did on Effexor, that shit blew. It doesn't seem to be doing that thus far though? I'm optimistic. And very weirded out by how at home in my skin I feel. This is really new; I used to feel kind of like this jumbly collection of pink fiberglass insulation, tangled bits of picture-framing wire, glass chips and toothpicks wearing a Yukie costume and trying her damnedest to pass as homo sapiens sapiens when though everyone could see me wafting little tufts of itchy pink fluff around...
I feel a lot more grounded now and while I still have issues and twitches I'm better able to cope. My phobias seem to be easing the fuck off, too, which is such a relief I can't even begin to articulate it. This time of year is mehh for me as it ever is but it's not so much like I'm trying to wade through knee-high water in a hoopskirt?
So hopefully I'll be better able to help out the people in my life who need support. I've always had a fucking good support network and I believe everyone deserves that. And an honest, real one. Reassurance is great but sometimes stuff needs to get beyond a smile and a coffee and into hug and cookies too territory? For all the sense this is making.
...As my jaw clicks whilst I yawn...
In conclusion, my god, Second Cup, put more ginger in your gingerbread muffins. This thing is tasty but it needs way more ginger.
Probably somewhere weird; when dad came over to take my window AC unit out for the season he randomly cleaned, which means some of my stuff that was out got put places I didn't expect them to be.
He also dusted all my action figures and posed them goofy. Like, he tried his damnedest to make both Sephiroths bro-fist but FF7!Seph fell over and AC!Seph was just sort of like "you left me hanging dude". Vincent had his gun pointed at Kaworu, Mateus was bopping spooky!Rei with his mage-staff...
...And ARTHAS AND DRACULA WERE IN A FACEOFF.
I was like, "DAD WHY"
Anyway
In other news my psychiatrist upped my Zoloft dose from 25 to 50mg, which is still absolutely piddling. XD;; Getting used to Zoloft = sleepy often. This happened when i first started it out too. I'm hoping this doesn't vaporise my capacity to be amorous. If it does I'm dropping back to 25mg, I am not dealing with the crap I did on Effexor, that shit blew. It doesn't seem to be doing that thus far though? I'm optimistic. And very weirded out by how at home in my skin I feel. This is really new; I used to feel kind of like this jumbly collection of pink fiberglass insulation, tangled bits of picture-framing wire, glass chips and toothpicks wearing a Yukie costume and trying her damnedest to pass as homo sapiens sapiens when though everyone could see me wafting little tufts of itchy pink fluff around...
I feel a lot more grounded now and while I still have issues and twitches I'm better able to cope. My phobias seem to be easing the fuck off, too, which is such a relief I can't even begin to articulate it. This time of year is mehh for me as it ever is but it's not so much like I'm trying to wade through knee-high water in a hoopskirt?
So hopefully I'll be better able to help out the people in my life who need support. I've always had a fucking good support network and I believe everyone deserves that. And an honest, real one. Reassurance is great but sometimes stuff needs to get beyond a smile and a coffee and into hug and cookies too territory? For all the sense this is making.
...As my jaw clicks whilst I yawn...
In conclusion, my god, Second Cup, put more ginger in your gingerbread muffins. This thing is tasty but it needs way more ginger.