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well it's groundhog's day, again
Nov. 6th, 2024 05:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
schmiriuson the train to Rhode Island; left at 10pm from DC; currently parked in NYC, I think, for Amtrak to do whatever it does that I know nothing about. the train is supposed to reach RI at 9 am; I suspect this stop is longer than strictly necessary, because the overnight was listed as an 11-hour trip overall vs. quicker daytime trains, as little as 7.5 long.
Have only just now peeked at 538 to see what might be happening in the Can We Not Be Openly Fascist, Please election. Trump is currently winning, and/or ABC News (528's master now apparently) and the Washington Post are having a great time doing a series of Harris HQ sad and panicked/Trump HQ celebrating stories. Just go back to sleep, basically.
A gummy and my entire Spotify library kept me company starting at about 11, and the gentle fascination with music genre has carried over to my less fuzzy listening, drifting just above deepest sleep and still getting really satisfying rest (just being aware of it in a way that what I think of as "hard sleep" doesn't let you be).
Sadly I'm hungry. Only trail mix and an apple packed in until dis.. look, it's deplaning, and it would be "bajar el tran," but I don't know what to call it, off the top of my head. De-training. Disembarking. Heaving to.
Probably Stephen will take me to the one diner attached to the bowling alley and I can just have a big old diner breakfast. I hope that's what we get to do! Man I miss Stephen. So, so much. May cry a little thinking about it. actually, despite (because) that I'm going to see him in a couple hours.
Considered briefly, a couple days ago, doing a bunch of drugs and showing up completely manic and therefore giggly and self-conscious and needing help and attention lest I feel like I really lose it. I did not think of it this way when I first had the thought that I could keep dosing myself at 4 hour increments forever, actually, since I would only need to work Monday and Tuesday before I could really let go by being on vacation on Wednesday. Then I stopped and reframed and went, oh I'd be being a jackass! So we're just going to see him regularly and I'm going to rub my head up against him like an insecure cat and probably cry a little.
as I said: already feeling kind of strained. which, again, if I look at that statement from the other angle, makes perfect sense when you think about how I get anxious and have particularly large emotional reactions. traveling counts as a large stressful event! it's okay!
Also, again, I need to eat.
okay, going down for another nap.
Have only just now peeked at 538 to see what might be happening in the Can We Not Be Openly Fascist, Please election. Trump is currently winning, and/or ABC News (528's master now apparently) and the Washington Post are having a great time doing a series of Harris HQ sad and panicked/Trump HQ celebrating stories. Just go back to sleep, basically.
A gummy and my entire Spotify library kept me company starting at about 11, and the gentle fascination with music genre has carried over to my less fuzzy listening, drifting just above deepest sleep and still getting really satisfying rest (just being aware of it in a way that what I think of as "hard sleep" doesn't let you be).
Sadly I'm hungry. Only trail mix and an apple packed in until dis.. look, it's deplaning, and it would be "bajar el tran," but I don't know what to call it, off the top of my head. De-training. Disembarking. Heaving to.
Probably Stephen will take me to the one diner attached to the bowling alley and I can just have a big old diner breakfast. I hope that's what we get to do! Man I miss Stephen. So, so much. May cry a little thinking about it. actually, despite (because) that I'm going to see him in a couple hours.
Considered briefly, a couple days ago, doing a bunch of drugs and showing up completely manic and therefore giggly and self-conscious and needing help and attention lest I feel like I really lose it. I did not think of it this way when I first had the thought that I could keep dosing myself at 4 hour increments forever, actually, since I would only need to work Monday and Tuesday before I could really let go by being on vacation on Wednesday. Then I stopped and reframed and went, oh I'd be being a jackass! So we're just going to see him regularly and I'm going to rub my head up against him like an insecure cat and probably cry a little.
as I said: already feeling kind of strained. which, again, if I look at that statement from the other angle, makes perfect sense when you think about how I get anxious and have particularly large emotional reactions. traveling counts as a large stressful event! it's okay!
Also, again, I need to eat.
okay, going down for another nap.
