This is almost like the time they gave me the antidepressants that make you want to hurt people.
I know it’s not all *me*.
I still can’t turn off the “fight everything” impulse.
Joqatana
Joqatana
Deadheads against AI (me)
Am I wearing a sign on my head that says “be vicious to me today I really enjoy it”?
I just remembered I have a book downloaded that has to go back to the library at some point so I might be feeling well enough to read it as long as I keep the brightness turned down let’s find out
The new tenant Upstairs. Her dog yap yap yap. Covid Karen’s dog. Yap yap yap. New tenant to to KC Upstairs “it’s so quiet here. I can’t hear anything at all“.
I can and I’m downstairs & six doors away.
No, I haven’t recovered yet.
Oh. I forgot to check it out. So the only book waiting gor me is hard SF.
Not today, Santa.
