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✨Writer of overly epic epic fantasy where the characters won't shut up & the word count doesn't matter! (Until I try to publish) EDS. Lyme. Ace/Aro. They
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It occurs to me I've only posted about gardens, politics, and health lately. Meanwhile I'm nearly at 100k drafting a post apocalyptic, everything that survived mutated to dino size, wait what do you mean they have their own language & think humans are stupid, weird meaning of humanity novel. 🦖🦕

It is once again roses time. Got this one from Lowe's early spring and it's very happy and making lots of buds. Yay for instant garden gratification, particularly when the world is harder than it needs to be.

Emotional Me: Let's panic panic panic panic we're panicking! Logical Me, who thankful is usually driving the meatsuit: why, what's wrong? E.M.: Panic faster! L.M.: No sweetie, look. It's the POTS, our heart rate is 109 E.M.: pan...panic? L.M.: Nope, deep breaths E.M.: ...We ok? L.M.: Yup, ok.

After discovering ambrosia beetles (how I hates them) in my beloved figs I had to cut them way down a while back. With no signs of life far past when they should have sprouted, I pulled them out of the pots. Massive, inexplicable root rot. Spent all day trimming roots and repotting. Wish us luck.

My wrists and ankles have filed papers of succession and are attempting to depart from the main body. #EDS problems

Every garden is an amalgamation of wild gambles and desperate hopes. (I'm trying to decide which melons to squeeze into my yard)

One thing I haven't seen yet in all the conversations about AI ""friends"" coming to Facebook: Eventually, after they get people emotionally invested to a deeply unhealthy level, they're going to make it a subscription. You'll have to pay to talk to your imaginary friend. This will break people.

Today's flower is this unknown rose. I bought it as a bareroot this spring, but it was supposed to be butter yellow. It's not growing from below the graft, it was just mislabeled. So now I have this intensely orangish pink rose. It's very happy & I chaos garden anyways, so it'll be staying.

It's a Pain Night and I'm feeling very nauseous and very unreasonable so I bought fruit trees online I'm sure this will help.

I sprain my ankle on a fairly regular basis thanks to #EDS. I swear every time it heals a little more wrong. It is not connected to my leg at any sort of normal angle. I feel like this will eventually become A Problem instead of the current slightly painful inconvenience.

Have ANY of this administration's policies made ANYTHING better for ANYONE, or have they just hurt everyone but hurt people they don't like more? Is that the selling point? 'Sure everything is gonna suck, but it'll suck worse for them*'. *anyone who isn't white, male, straight, cis, healthy & rich

I am running out of reasons to not believe RFK Jr is Pestilence of the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse. At this point the only thing stopping me from believing it with my whole chest is I'm not religious. There's just no other way to explain what he's doing.

Ever put on a joint brace and that one joint is like, "aaah, that's the stuff," and suddenly every joint starts clambering, "me too me too, I want one too, I hurt too!"? Yeah...slightly sprained my ankle. #EDS problems

Sure would like to go to sleep early tonight. Too bad it almost never works and instead somehow triggers massive amounts of insomnia and I can't sleep for way later than my normal very late bedtime. I bet it's nice to have a working body. I'll never know, but I bet it's nice.

The democratic leadership is like: "There is no constitutional crisis in the U.S.A."

Opened the WIP& realized last night I wrote a short scene almost entirely in a made up language mutated dino characters speak. They only use a few dozen words but I have no idea if it's readable to anyone but me. The joy of writing is no one can stop me. The horror of writing is no one can stop me.

Today's flowers are Peggy Martin climbing roses! I didn't know they had different color blooms when I bought it earlier this spring and I am delighted. It's got a bunch of teeny pompoms and few thorns.

I made migraine pasta tonight. Turns out turkey bacon causes an insta-migraine. Which is... interesting. This is the stupidest body I've ever lived in. (I'm allergic to red meat or believe me, actual bacon would have been involved instead.)

My wee pomegranate tree has buds! I just planted it this spring and didn't expect to see any. I had one 3 times this big at the last house that never bloomed. Maybe it wasn't getting enough sun. Either way, this is a lovely surprise.

Me, giving the mirror a stern look: Look, dumbass (affectionate). You have a lot smaller garden than usual. You planted 10 types of peppers. This is not smart. Reflection: Melons? Me: Where? The yard is tiny. Reflection somehow has a trowel: zucchini! Me: They get huge! R: *has tomato plants*

I gotta stop checking in here to see if they're dead yet. Surely someone will text me.

At some point, the people being beaten with the stick need to stop insisting it's illegal and just grab the fucking stick.

Fully on board with dems running for office promising to reinstate fired federal employees and jail this administration’s various criminals, but let’s go ahead and add “we will seize by eminent domain any national parkland sold to developers”

Today in the garden a DeKay's Brown snake tried to climb into my tennis shoe. The one I was currently wearing. We had a discussion about bondries and it reconsidered. ...That's some sort of garden blessing, right? I'm going to take it as a good omen.

Movie you've watched more than six times using gifs. ("Hard mode" no Star Wars, Star Trek, or LOTR) Unfortunately I have recently discovered this movie relaxes me and lowers my heart rate so drastically my POTS knocks me flat out 2/3 of the times I watch it. So...that's interesting. Still love it.

Something has gone Amiss either autoimmune or POTS wise & my face is now wrapped in a cooling towel. Yes, my face. Just my face is feverishly hot, including not to the touch. It's happened before, but usually just my right cheek & not so intensely. I'm sure this is fine. Chronic illness is so weird.

They don't warn you about learning to cook. I can make brownies appear at will, like magic. I can make perfect chocolate sauce, slightly salty, hint of coffee. I can combine them on vanilla ice cream. The only thing that can stop me is willpower? Ha! Anyway I'm about to die of sugar overload.

Woo! My androgenous- attempting self finally got "so...what are your pronouns?" when meeting someone! ...And then I had to say 'she is fine' because I was at a doc appointment & I can't have nonbinary on my charts when the government is 1 twitch away from announcing open season on queer people.

I am glad I'm no longer a Calvinist. If I still believed everything went exactly as God planned and THIS was the plan I would currently be on a quest to punch God in the face.