There’s an Asian Market near me (literally called that) and it’s always fun to explore and see what new thing we can find to try! Lots of snacks, lots of ramen, lots of spices!

Almost how my mother gets her cats. Usually the actual cat shows up at another person’s house, but my mother gets them because that cat turns out to be smuggling kittens into the house inside itself.

A few minutes. No minutes today, or most years here. I’m in a solidly blue state though.

Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.

Making so an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ can get married to someone who isn’t also an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ without losing all their benefits and ssdi stuff would be nice.

There’s all that other stuff, but that’s important to me.

Maybe also up ssdi amounts. And make Medicare not suck ass.

I would die of sleep deprivation or maybe heat stroke so thanks but can’t!

Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with…the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.

Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.

Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.

Going to the past within living lifetime would be fine! Probably!

I want to look and see ancient Mesopotamia but not like. Go there. Seems dangerous.

Yes, which is why they are absolute hell for my brain.

The fact the best we can do still for some things is just to crack open a being and just start fucking smacking them with a hammer is wild to me. I wonder what things we’ll still be using in the far off future.

The only way I want to time travel is like…looking through a window to watch it.

Actually being there???

Fuck that, I like being alive and not not alive.

My autism manifests heavily on the side of hating certain feelings and very much hating anything tight on me. Anywhere. Makes it difficult to wear anything. Especially bras. Which is very bad as it’s very obvious I am not wearing one.

So instead of trying to find one that works I just have up caring.

Still trying to find comfortable clothes but if I find that, I care little how it looks. Usually. Until the anxiety manages to come screaming in.

Anyone who shows up at my door gets candy

As no one has this year, or the last several years

Human brains suck. I love bananas, but my brain just goes “mmm but nacho cheese is more delicious” and is a constant fucking battle. Which I fail too often.

Hobbies that are creative for me are cooking/baking/canning. Which reminds me, I need to get apples for apple butter.

I am fairly certain there are no trees on the property anymore. I don’t know what they had against trees, but they tore out everything!

Weeping willow trees. We had one at my childhood home. When it was sold, the new owners tore it out. I was very sad.

The ada is amazing. My husband grew up just as it was being put into place and remembers the protests (to get it, not against it). Without it, things are much more difficult. I know there will be handicapped parking, and cutins on sidewalks and bathrooms and stuff wherever we go without having to look it up.

There’s a glass of lemonade somewhere in the gulf of space at the end of where I am laying down, then there’s my husband, and then there is a glass of lemonade.