Eat food, not too much, mostly plants.
Don't take me too seriously.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo
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Lorde covers Phil Collins and does just fine.
- isn't Silicon Valley going to stop this?
If they are financially incentivized to do so.
Here's that apathetic psychosis again!
- and considering the prospect of SUPERBACTERIA, i'll probably avoid when able.
This statements displays a fundamental misunderstanding/lack of knowledge on the topic of antibiotic resistant bacteria. If you like, I can help you to understand this problem better.
I am an easily triggerable snowflake.
I am allowing thInga I cannot control make me angry.
And I am self righteous enough to somehow think that being the most angry makes me virtuous.
The analogy was referring to how I am allowing shit into my metaphorical lungs instead of metaphorical oxygen.
Ok. I'll give up my beta blockers if you give up antibiotics.
Please continue laughing at me. I'm high on the smell of other people's shit at present. High or hypoxic, whichever hurts more.
Just bitter. Deeply, deeply, powerfully bitter today. I know it's poison, I can see that it's poison, and I'm drinking deep of the cup of Wormwood anyway.
Something felt 'off' last night. I got on my bike after a too-long commute home (A ten minute drive that became almost an hour and a half of driving) and barely made it four miles before throwing in the towel. My legs just didn't want to move even though I felt cardiovascularly fine.
Puttered around on various parts of the internet until too late. Fell down the tidder rabbithole again, even though I deleted my old accounts and haven't made a new one in almost a month. That's when my 'psychotic break' began, and I just stopped caring about all the shit going on that I am capable of perceiving. Endlessly bitter about all kinds of things. Religion, politics, the ongoing gender war. The fact that I can't seem to keep a positive spin maintained for more than a few days at a time until I hit a funk like this one.
I'll come out of it, probably. Just gotta drag my ass across broken glass for a few miles first. This seems to be how I choose to self-harm.
I'm hoping that this does not last many more days.
Sunday I'm singing with the New York Philharmonic. I would like to be excited but at this point I'm just done with the music. Bernstein wrote for himself, and the Kaddish is a deeply personal piece. It means jack shit to me, especially at where I'm at in my relationship with whatever divinity is laughing at humans presently. It will be cool to hear Jeremy Irons doing the narration I suppose.
- And why not?
Because moderates don't win elections in 2017 America.
Democrats win by being more lefty than their opponents. Republicans win by being more... Whatever it is Republicans are for.
I'm just being bitter now, ignore me.
Sure, let's check back in.
After something like this happens again.
Among other things.
So, Kasich is hoping to be the new Top Dog after all the current top dogs go to jail?
That's a mighty tempting target to paint on one's own back.