update: thank god for Ears 💞 it'll get better now, he stayed at the house after I raged out of there on another repair emergency run saying I didn't want fucking dinner ðŸ˜❤️🔥 so he moved one set of boxes at the top of the stairs - ONE little pile - and worked up a sweat doing it AND left the dogs out with the gate open, his mind fried tired. And he saw me. Thought holy shit. He ordered dinner and promised to come every day right after work through dinner until it's done.
Try putting your hand, fingers spread, on your chest / breastbone, push down a bit and take deep breaths. I invented it today, had to cz 🤯, I made a thunder shirt made with my own hand.
fuuuuuck thiiiiis fuck you horoscope, fuck you moon, fuck you selfhelp books, fuck a bunch of all of this. I even want to slap my mother right now. sure, Mom, I'll just move a 4 story house filled to the brim with "important" things belonging mostly to others and left in my care, I will just sort and box all of that, and then take all the rest to goodwill packed up nicely, and then move all the small furniture myself and all of the kitchen and all of the dishes amd all the art and all the other zillion categories that movers don't move cz they only move MOTHERFUCKING COUCHES and shit (duh). Oh and all those fucking garden shit you keep harping about like the CONCRETE bench, all by myself, cz movers don't do that either because, as they said, that would "get their pants muddy". I'll just do all of that, so you can pick some motherother fucking wallpaper Ma, that's a great idea❤️🔥🤬
it's a good thing I am ALWAYS FUCKING FINE (a life sentence)
