Up all night with IBS flareup and sleep apnea. Worst sleep of 2026. And today is the first time I get to see my sister and niece this year. And I'm cooking a feast while in zombie mode. NIGHTMARE LEVEL. Let's gōōōō!

I'd love to have meatspace friends. Mine all vanished because I am still wearing a mask and they don't want to.

Cutie!

treat your body like a data center. consume as much water, art and literature as possible. upset local municipalities with your existence.

Unfortunately, my husband is not at all careful, so I basically live in my room with HEPA filters going 24/7.

Just finished watching Below. It was such a visit to my old stomping grounds. I used to live along iceberg alley. Not a perfect show, but very entertaining. I want to watch more Newfie horror shows, please.

I'm used to cooking for all sorts of diets. I'm happy to accommodate them. I still wish people would mask so I'd feel safe having them over. I miss having meatspace friends.

Yeah. Noticed that. As if my gut issues are intentional.

I also made rhubarb pie. It's rhubarbalooza here.

It also doesn't talk about what it's like to be an immune-compromised person in a world where COVID is still rampant. I rarely invite people over anymore because people can't be arsed to wear masks to protect themselves, let alone folks like me.

Can you help this family?

Please help this boy get his meds.

Please help this mom.

This AMA is going to be equal parts cozy and filthy.

Maybe there was a whole series of "The Doctor Talks to You About" and someone else wrote in the topic.

I'm guessing it's from the 70s or 80s.

I found this in a stack of papers and am mystified. York Regional Library is in Fredericton, where I haven't lived in over twenty years. I've also never had syphilis. Thank fuck! Any theories as to why I'm finding it now?