I love the early seasons of Voltron so much. The show has the underlying nostalgia of remembering the original, some great plotlines I love as a science fiction nerd, all the found family tropes, but the team also has the cow they kidnapped from the space mall on their holodeck. 😂🤷♀️
And of course now I'm sick on top of everything else. It's not exactly a surprise, but still. Gah.
My brain goes so wonky when I run on too few spoons for too long. I hate this fic I've worked on for weeks. I want to block this person on tumblr because I think they hate me. Everything makes me cry. I know exactly what this is, but it still sucks.
I am SO incredibly sick and tired of dealing with completely unnecessary bullshit that could be avoided if people fucking listened and did their job instead of going into "I understand the problem, but I don't care, someone else will fix it eventually" mode. 🤬
Done with my appointment and public transportation. Back to paperwork and contractors at home. I'm supposed to go on vacation in three days and everything is just one chaotic mess. So relaxing. Not. 😵💫
Once every autumn I need a terribly overpriced, way too sweet pumpkin spice latte. It's part of the season.
Welcome to life with a "minor" disability. Where I'm too disabled to drive a car, but not disabled enough to get any kind of help with getting to doctor's appointments. Because it's just "normal" that a GP who understands pain management is 90 minutes away. #chronicillness
It always makes me sad to see how much more S1 Dean smiles compared to S4 Dean.
Nope, no editing when my brain is in self-torture mode and hates everything I've written so far. ⛔️