Here I am missing my meds and really wishing I could get my brain chemistry back to "normal" but I can't afford it.

I moved across the country and had more difficulty than expected finding work, so my savings are tapped and my health insurance has not kicked in yet.

I'm not saying anyone should be forced to take meds that could alter their autonomy in any way, that being said, I know I do better and feel better when I have my meds. In life, at work, in personal relationships. I want to take them.

It doesn't seem fair... hooray for capitalism, huh?

Black.

To those that will argue that black is the absence of color, or ALL the colors, fine. Then blue.

You're putting this on the citizens when we really have little say.

In theory, everyone should vote and the will of the people will be done.

Sadly, that isn't how it actually works.

Lets just say that various industries spend a lot of money bribing lobbying to keep things profitable for them.

I'll use an example from when I was younger. I worked at a big box retail store. It was 45 minutes one way, but hey, it was a job.

The nearest bus stop would have required me to drive 35 minutes to downtown to catch a bus, which is the wrong way to begin with, then get on the bus and wait over an hour for it to arrive at work.

The politicians and planners build AROUND cars here. Public transport is an afterthought, if thought of at all.

The American's who would like to reduce dependence on automobiles don't really have that option in most of the country - but sure, we're all morons who don't understand the concept of public transportation.

It isn't stupidity or ignorance on the peoples part, its greed by the ruling class. Any ignorance on the matter has been propagandized and weaponized by said ruling class to gain support for their bank accounts cause.

At this point, I'm working from home, as is my wife. We would still need at least one car, but I'm looking to sell mine, get out of the monthly payment at the very least.

She ruined the only opportunity I had to see Iron Maiden.

They dropped off the Ozzfest tour that year because Sharon was a cock-juggling-thunder-cunt right before they got to my town.

Just like that one kid who got caught buying a dime bag of weed. They directly and solely funded terrorism.

I've done a little volunteer work, and in the past I've donated financially to various charities.

At the moment, my last paycheck was for two days, and it took 5 months to get this job.

So, currently, no. I'm trying to get back in the saddle, pay off some shit, and start saving for emergencies again.

Also, you know, eating at least once a day can be nice, even if it seems like a luxury some days.

Mea-sles? Ohhh, my freedom rash.

Nah, its fine. Not contagious or potentially life altering for the worse even if I survive.

I don't know where I picked it up, but my toddler son came back from preschool with something similar! Any way, I've got to get to his funeral. Merica!

A man walks up to a table with four chairs, and sits down with three nazis.

What do you have now? Four nazis.

Because the word Kiwi refers to other things.

A fruit, people from New Zealand, etc.

Oooh, Detective Pikachu - Rated R.

A gritty, bleak, neo-film-noir take on a grizzled, aged, jaded Pikachu who just needs to finish his work before he can pass on - his duty keeps him alive.

Opening scene - Black and White.

We enter an alleyway, slicked down with rain, with clearly muddy debris visible under the surface of the water in foot prints as characters pass.

The camera pans up, to a victim. The gore, the blood, the entrails, the brains... All vividly rendered in color against a monochrome background.

Zoom into Pikachu's eyes. He squints for a moment, takes a drag off his non-filtered cigarette, closes his eyes for a moment as he inhales, and tosses the butt into the alley gutter.

Opening credits roll.

I'm tired of all the once in a life time disasters that seem to keep happening over and over...

No no, some people have to learn from their own mistakes.

You tell a toddler to not reach up and touch the stove because a burner might be hot. You don't tell a 25 year old man not to touch a burner - by that age they should have either learned from extrapolating data about the world, from their childhood experience, or someone else's experience. Regardless, at a certain point, you just let morons burn their fingers.

I had some, before I moved.

Let me just say this, what came easy to young me in boy scouts... well, I'm just glad if I hit a safe area in the general direction I'm aiming.

The other issues is as a boy I shot off the right of the riser on a longbow, and this was an off the left takedown (recurve) bow - still the amount I sucked surprised me a little, lol.

So hopefully you have time to practice.

I mean, it kind of is.

Debtor's prisons were never fair, but at least it usually involved adults who made their own choices.

Kids can't legally consent to anything - though I'm sure the republicans want to change that too.

Rain and thunderstorms used to be nice for me... used to.

7ish years ago we (wife and I) rescued a pitbull mix. Well three of them, but only one has an issue.

Wind, planes, rain, thunder, all of that kicks on the fight or flight response to 110%.

If she is crated, she will try to bust out to the point of injuring herself. At our hold house we had a two story, she broke through a banister spindle and nearly fell to the ground floor. Hard wood. Would have been bad. We've found her in the top loading washing machine - it was closed. She will try to go through solid objects. Walls, doors, windows, whatever.

CBD is about the only thing that helps her. We've tried various medications through the vet, even one they use as a sedative per-surgery.

Its been raining here for about two weeks, on top of other issues in life, and I have a migraine that may just kill me at this point. Not to mention sleep deprivation.

Also, as current day shift at my new job - I hate it, I want to go back to graveyard shifts, lol. Though, I did get some comments when I stopped at a liquor store right after they opened. Once they realized I worked overnight, they used it to mess with OTHER customers, lol.

I mean, chemo is primarily used for cancer - however it is also used to treat some autoimmune and blood disorders.

I assume you mean as a healthy person though, which yeah... sounds miserable if you have no reason.

I played the first PS. Loved it. If memory serves, I usually cloaked up, used a knife, and tried to capture stuff.

PS2, well... I played the beta, I didn't care for the stealth changes. Then, it released and I played a little... just couldn't maintain my interest, plus the unlock system was kinda punishing and made it seem too P2W for me.

I miss the original GW classes.

I could never "click" with any of the classes in GW2. I wanted to enjoy it, and did to an extent, but it never kept me coming back.

That being said, I have a friend who is still VERY active in GW2 all these years later, so I guess its just me, lol.

I'm kind of the opposite, lol.

I miss my overnight shift.

I'd wake up, the world was quiet, there were no harsh lights to contend with, very few coworkers to deal with, even less management...

Just go in, put in my earbuds between calls, and do my shit. Then, when everyone is grumpy and trying to get coffee, I'm going home.

That being said, when the time changed it could be a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, sweet, short(ish) day... well, 11 hours. Then it swings the other way, and 13 hour shifts suck even more than 12 hours.

Watching the time roll back an hour feels very unfair when you're on the clock and just want to go home, lol.

As someone who used to be skinny, and now, decidedly, isn't....

I'd take metabolism any day. That being said, I do have a friend who struggles to keep weight up due to a medical issue. Taking that dude to an all you can eat buffet is almost traumatizing, lol.