Once, when I couldn't do my homework due to executive dysfunction, my mother told me "Successful and unsuccessful people both have 24 hours! Think about that!".
In hindsight, I am pretty sure she meant I need to learn to organise my time properly. What *I* took from it was to just skip on sleep or other aspects of self-care whenever I don't have enough time because *I have 24 hours and 12 waking hours aren't enough*.
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I want a book about post-apocalyptic world, it starts out with these four survivors, who are all in their early to mid twenties, with the oldest being 25. They are trying to find other survivors/find out what started the apocalypse. I want them to be traveling, getting close to where they think the apocalypse started and surrounded by a group of creatures (I’m thinking zombies, but if you can be more original, let me know.)
Just when they are starting to despair, a car horn sounds. A minivan careens into the circle, killing several of the horde of creatures. Adore is thrown open, and a preteen girl, picture her head out and screams at the top of her lungs “ GET IN!!!”
They start scrambling into the minivan, while the monster shuffle at them. When the last person gets in, the girl throws the door closed and yells, ” Step on it, Rosie, and don’t hit another building!”
They turned to see a nine-year-old girl in the driver seat, with a 13-year-old boy looking like he was about to hurl. They drive so fast that one of the passengers definitely gets close to sickness. The nine-year-old keeps giggling, and whoever’s point of view it is is death scared of this little girl.
They get driven to this camp area that has obviously been turned into a hideout, with a gate enclosing it. There, they are greeted with a gaggle of kids, ranging from 7 to 16, with two elderly women, and a girl who stands out as being the oldest and probably the leader. She seems to be a lot older, and is very confident, giving directions to everyone. She takes the four of them to a side room, and shuts the door. All four of them are pairing for some sort of shovel talk. None of them are expecting to see this girl. Sigh, Nina against the wall and ask “Are any of you homophobic? because I am not willing to deal with that during this whole thing.”
Turns out, this place used to be a conversion camp that flew under the radar, and this girl had been breaking her little sister out of it when this whole thing started. Most of the kids have been fine, as they’ve been on lockdown due to her entering, almost all the faculty was dead or had abandoned the kids when everything started. The only adults who were left were the lunch ladies and the grandmother of one of the kids, who had been there visiting her grandson.
This 19-year-old had been put in charge of a gaggle of kids, and three older women who did not know how to take care of that many children. She asked the team for help dealing with the kids, crying that she needed an adult.
The group of four look at each other. Only one of them has experienced with children, and that is with a few kids from daycare, who are arguably younger than these ones. All of them are grad students, who barely survived the apocalypse due to sheer dumb luck, antisocial behavior, and their ability to dodge people attempting to bite them (grad students get crazy and cranky when you tried to wake them up or take them away from their work). All four of them are human disasters, then they look at this kid, who didn’t even get the chance to go to college, who is begging for help, and looks like she’ll cry if they refused to help.
They all collectively decide that They will be the responsible one. all of their other friends are human disasters, so they have to clean up their behavior and take care of this girl and the many children she has under her care.  they know they’re going to help.
The problem is, they are all human disasters, who barely know how to cook. They are trying to be responsible, but they only have one brain cell, and it passes between them with no warning.
The rest of the story should be a mixture of comedy(these 20 year old trying to take care of a bunch of kids) and apocalyptic drama (these old ladies, trying to figure out why the apocalypse started, with a few appearances from Timmy, the grandson, who is seven years old and was sent there without the grandmother’s knowledge.)
Just, let the responsible grandparents figure out how the apocalypse started and why, while the grad students try to be responsible for 20 to 30 kids.
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was wearing a mask at the fish and chip shop the other day and this woman approaches me as i wait for my food like 'excuse me..... you don't know me........ but i'm a gp and did you know, when you wear a mask' and i'm like ohhhh my god okay. well maybe she has something interesting to say she said she's a gp maybe i'm wearing it wrong or something. but then she says 'when you wear a mask the bacteria goes back into your mouth and stagnates between the barrier and your throat? it won't protect you it only works if YOURE sick. i just thought i'd let you know 🥰' which. okay well first that makes no fucking sense and second of all are you sure youre a gp bc i'm pretty sure thats fucking bogus. like i'm pretty sure a cursory google search or jstor scroll could refute your claims there. THIRD of all who fucking give a shit. maybe i AM sick you dont fucking know. maybe i'm actively trying to protect other people maam did you think of that. maybe thats the point of the gd mask. my job often surrounds me with higher risk individuals maybe i want to keep them safe. my job also makes me liable to get Very sick Very often maybe i don't want to pass that shit on did you think of that? no you didn't bc i'm not going to go up to a stranger and volunteer life facts and my unsolicited opinion. in the fucking fish and chip shop.
anyway
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