SwimModSponges

Got my W-2, now I just gotta do the taxes part. Whatever my refund is, it's going towards house payments, payments for road construction, and medical bills. yaaaaay.

Never let it get under a quarter tank or it might not start in the winter.

Weed butter. Would have probably been better if it were cooked into something, but I just had a little sliver on a cracker. Got absolutely nothing out of it.

I'm ok with you, but I am jealous of your mod powers.

You will never beat my puns. Never.

What was the make and model of the vehicle?

Linkin Park was one of the first terrible bands I enjoyed with my shitty taste in music as a youth. Them and Creed. Also, if this place were the only thing that mattered, I'm set. Got my fanfictions here and everything. Speaking of, @Gogo Yubari did you ever read the stories for that writing contest?

Amirite lades? Seriously... amirite?

I look like a sexy beast in mine, so I'm not sure what you're talking about.

Get your tongue down in there, focus your efforts on the top of the entryway and then about two inches in, also on the top.

The phenomenon colloquially known as "hauntings" are caused by infrasonic waves that can be created easily within the environment; fans, wind, airplanes, traffic, all sorts of shit. These waves are also caused by far-off earthquakes and natural disasters and serve animals that are capable of processing sound waves below human hearing as an early warning device. Humans can pick up on the waves, but not hear them, leading to feelings of unexplained anxiety. Additionally, the nature of the sound waves vibrates the human eye in such a way as to cause visual distortions. This is what people see when they "see" a ghost.

*replies to your sig* "an unwanted pregnancy." An. When the first letter of the next word is a vowel, it's "an" not "a."

If you havent read the storys in the writing contest yet, theres that to do.

90s godzilla was the best godzilla.

That folder that says "share space" on it.

Its like... i feel better now, but if i were in the high stimulus environment of my workplace i likely wouldnt. Itbsucks because i feel like im just skipping out on work for no reason (i realize seizures and recovering from them are a valid reason, but shit, not for me). Then theyre doing all this shit to cover me, pulling folks from other locations if need be... Talking to my doctor today, then giving my boss an update. Doctor is going to say they want to do a few more blood tests, including one in a city about an hour away becuase they have specialists there, then next week i have to wear an EEG unit for three days. So it looks like i may have to be out for up to two weeks, which makes me sad. My boss doesnt want to fuck around though; the last person in my position had a stroke and he noticed some early warbibg signs and didnt do anything, so now hes super carefulabout me.

Got sent home from work because I can only rock so hard for so long. Fucking shit. Everybody was concerned when I wasn't my usual chipper self, my current cognition issues weren't as hidden as I'd hoped they'd be, to be honest I was just miserable. So they're putting me on medical leave. *sigh*

I already said, "damn it, you're right."

Damn it, you're right.

In other news, not only are these Wheat Bran Flakes cheaper than Special K, there's more in the box. Way goddamn more.

It's one of those things that happened. Cried for about half an hour yesterday, so that's my yearly quota. Back to being everybody's rock. *sigh*

Im feeling tired af. Blood drawn this morning, upping my seizure medication, have to wear a mobile eeg machine for three days next week, hoping to be able to wear it to work but my job is sort of physical: at least the way i do it. I dont want to tear out wires or anything like that, plus just the inconvenience of running around all day with shit glued to my head... Goddamn it, probably going to have to burn through some pto if i can get coverage. If not, well shit.

How come when you invite folks they join, but when I invite folks they look at me weird?

Its all good man, no pressure. *stares at yoy intently*

You mean i couldnt do that before?