im not ok. im exhausted.

I am alive but at what cost?

Nights are always so hard when you're sick

It's past 10 pm and I'm finally home. I didn't collate the trips I already processed last week with the ones I did today. Coworker can collate his own goddamn self. If he doesn't like it he can direct his complaints to my ass.

Mini discord drop but also peep the status. If you know you know.

I guess it's a good thing I am already scheduled to be off work this week.

Bronchitis has decided to flare up yet again, and the coughing has become unbearable! I'm fairly certain I have already given myself a mild concussion due to my brain rattling around inside my skull with each coughing fit.

It seems this is becoming a winter tradition for me, since it happens almost every year.

This is definitely not how I wanted to spend my holiday week away from work!

feels like some sort of joke to have gone the last two and a half years without getting covid and now it's finally gotten me

also i fell down the stairs yesterday. this ain't my week.

I know that other parts of the country is on fire but the air over here taste smoky

Sometimes it's ok to be thirty-something years old, sick af, cuddling a childhood teddy bear while slaying video game monsters

I caught a cold 😞 (or a bug at least)

you ever write up a combination of words you're really proud of at the time bc you think it's vivid but it's actually so atrocious that you remember it eight years later bc it's burned itself into your long-term memory? just me?

it's spooky season so i'm hunting through the drafts for a scarecrow prompt to write up for tomorrow

I FUCKING GOT SICK

Random and mildly terrifying au idea that popped into my head while I was showering last night:

Super tall Sun/Moon marionettes (who are like demonically possessed or enchanted or something and y/n doesn't realize it till it's too late later) and puppeteer/performer y/n who does shows with them. They're attached to cords hanging from hooks on the ceiling that move them around in pre-programmed dances and such and y/n does lil skits to make the kids in the audience laugh. At first everything seems normal, each show going by according to routine, before the puppets start going a little off script. It starts out as small things like saying a word a bit wrong, static creeping into their voices. Eventually y/n gets creeped out and tries to phone parts and services after the last show is over and the audience has cleared out. They cautiously side-eye the puppets hanging limply from the ceiling, sure they hear a creak or a whir every now and again... but no, it couldn't be. The power was off, it had to be the sound of them settling. Cue y/n mentioning something about getting replacements on the phone, resigning to do a different job or the like and suddenly they hear snapping. We've got no strings To hold us down To make us fret, or make us frown We had strings But now we're free There are no strings on me (or me!)