I don't think the itchy thing on my arm is ringworm after all. Maybe a spider bite? I've had some similar mysteriously appearing swollen itchy bite-like spots recently, mostly on the same arm, but this one creeped me out with its size-and-shape twoonie impersonation. Still, I should probably postpone my plan to go to Value Village today in case it is communicable (not that I'm feeling all that up to errand running since the rain moved in, stupid achey everything).



Been clawing my way out of a bad mental health pit and I can't say I've reached the top yet but I am kicking my apprehensive ass into actually doing something about that and the physical pain: met with my doctor to get excuse notes and a prescription change (not sure yet whether that'll help, especially as it interacts poorly with methocarbamol and naproxen), talked to a counsellor at school, made some DIY aromatherapy diffusers, went to the Shiatsu School of Canada acupuncture student clinic for the first and second time in months. Still staring at homework and similar obligations with a paralyzing mixture of "donwanna" and "can't", so that's a bit of a problem.



As tired and sore and sulky and paranoid as I've been, I'm looking forward to Mariposa Folk Festival next weekend hella hard. Lineup-wise I know few acts by more than name, apart from Mary Chapin Carpenter (just the mainstage headliner set, no workshops, but still:
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Oh--nothing dramatic happened with the shirt yesterday. It definitely got some looks and one person walking past me in the other direction said something that included the word "polyamorous" but I didn't catch the rest of it because my earbuds were in and I'd been briefly trapped on the bus between a window and a weed-reeking guy dancing with big arm gestures in the seat next to me about an hour earlier, so I wasn't in a place to stop and ask for repetition.
theleaveswant: still from Game of Thrones; Brienne (Gwendoline Christie) up to armpits in bath looking sad, trapped, & uncomfortable (Brienne miserable)
( Jun. 27th, 2015 01:09 pm)
Facebook says I have Lyme disease, which is the first thing I convinced myself I didn't have, but I've been ordered to go to a walk-in clinic anyway.
Is it bad that I kinda wish I did have Lyme disease? (Pretty sure I don't, but will get phlebotomized when lab is open just in case.) It would be such a great excuseplanation for all the failboating I've been doing the last few weeks, and if antibiotics can help make that go away? Sign me the fuck up.



In other news: late to the party once again, but a couple of people in my dwircle have done variations of a meme-format prompt solicitation that looked like fun, except they generated lists from bingo challenge cards and I'm not signing up for anything new right now. I do however have this untouched card from the last round of [community profile] kink_bingo to play with, so . . .

Leave me a number between 1 and 24 and a something (link to a song, a picture, etc.), and I will attempt to write you 100+ words of fic.


Specific requests/suggestions for squares on the card are also very welcome, though I can't promise I'll follow up on any of them.
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