I am never complimenting the f’ing weather ever again. You know how I said that the weather has been lovely and cool and stuff? Since I opened my saill bheul, it’s doubled if not tripled the humidity, rained all the time, and…admittedly, the weather’s stuck in the low-mid 20s, and hey, I’m a Victorian — I can cope with rain. (Mud? Walking through mud? Not so much; that’s more of a city mouse thing than a Victorian thing, though.) Humidity? I cannot. What the hell is humidity good for? I mean, apart from…like…is it orchids? And even then they’re complete bitches to grow, apparently, so honestly?! I ASK YOU.
…I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m fine.
Took all my Pullips (and a few extras) out of their boxes yesterday, because I missed seeing their faces. Life’s not going to change anytime soon, so I’m not putting things off anymore waiting for a future that was promised but was never given an arrival date. Screw it. I am no longer on pause; I want to do things. Some of those things include customising dolls. So! I’m here, I’m queer, I’m…doing makeovers for tiny humanoid figures? I don’t know. ;P
Pain levels still hovering anywhere from 7.5 to 9 at any point; still not wholly sure what’s doing it or if the Nerve Shite™ is causing it wholly or just making something that was already there worse — I did take that tumble down the stairs three years before the myelin sheath BS began, admittedly. To be perfectly honest, though…I don’t…care? Like, if Doctor Banderson said to me tomorrow, “We have utterly no idea what’s going on. Or why. We never will! Sucks. But here’s something that will make the pain manageable on the daily,” I’d just kiss him and take it. (Well, I’d take it. I don’t kiss married people. Learned THAT one the hard way ;P…Christ, I’m roasting the hell out of myself this morning. Huh.)