Wait... Dream was born on August 12, 1999 and Dream was arrested in the Disc Finale on January 20, 2021 soo... wait, wait, wait, that means he was only 21 when he was imprisoned for life in a small lava covered box!... Did I do that math right? 21?! Man was barely able to drink legally in the United States and they gave him a life sentence in a boiling cell with nothing but lava, raw potatoes, a clock, and some books?!... oh my god...
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ive been on that hybrid schedule since like 2023 but i worked in person 5 days a week through 2019-the whole early pandemic and i can't remember how i used to manage going to the office on the first day of my period like i cant imagine. every month. im complaining about my day NOW and im in sweatpants how did i manage to do this for years
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I bought a drawing tablet with a screen but it turns out I kind of hate drawing tablets with screens. Fortunately I've discovered that by buying an HDMI switch and leaving it set to the other source the screen will not work and I can use it like a tablet without a screen. This doesn't work if I just don't plug the HDMI input in for some reason.
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How do you tell your parents that you have depression, anxiety and adhd without them going ‘no you don’t have it, it’s just an excuse/you’re imagining it’? Because damn I heavily need that if I’m going to go back to Russia. Because if I do, I’ll have to… really talk to them. Face to face. About… many things. 🫠
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Covid in my patient assignment again at work today, and I just. FUCK.
Every single time, I start out my shift being straightforward about it, it’s gotten to the point of being routine, but every single time, there’s some point during the day when it just hits me. I’ve circled back around from being sad about it to being mad about it again, the way my Covid patients have to goddam die surrounded by people in gowns and masks and face shields so that they can barely even see us, without me or their families or anyone ever being able to hold their hand except through the gloves, without ever having anyone touch them skin-to-skin again - even after they’re dead, even while we’re preparing their bodies for the morgue.
It’s no fucking way to die.
Yeah. So.
Work schedule is hinky this week and next week - enough so that I’ve literally lost track of what day it is. Someone mentioned it being weird to see me at work on a Friday, and I was like, oh. Is that what day it is?
They promise we’re going to have some new travelers contracted and some new grads hired by the time the next schedule rolls around, but we’ll see. Meanwhile, tomorrow later today is a day off before another three-day stretch, and it’s going to be a SHORT day. I’m sleeping late, getting up and eating, watching the new ep of Vice Versa (I realized would be going up, when I realized today was Friday), and going back to bed, probably. Maybe reading some VP fic before I roll over away from the window where I expect it won’t even be quite dark outside yet. Queue is basically in charge, right now. If you’re waiting for any response from me, please allow me some grace. Grazi.
And if you know any VP fic I shouldn’t miss, hit me up.
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