Oh, no, that’s too much. Being from the Chicago suburbs, between Menards and Empire Carpet (before their growth to add the -Today- addendum), there’s a deep groove upon my brain made by those jingles. That, and John Madden’s congested cadence for various advertisements. Simply John Maddening.

^…588-2300 --damn, it!

Save big money at Menards, but not on Menards…

^…save ^big ^money– Gaa! That jingle will never leave me. Damn you, midwest!

I am very short, and sit up rather straight. My head hits what should be the most comfortable parts of every kind of seating in the most uncomfortable way. This is an accurate representation of the sensation, when curved neck portion ends up at top of your skull, and doubly so, if it’s a bucket seat. Special cushions help, in certain vehicles, which can also alleviate the seatbelt going practically across your throat. Our old Outback is tolerable, which is lovely.

We have a couple IKEA Poang chairs at home, and I need to make pillow booster-seats for the damned things, or it’s just this image, lol

Hooray! I think! Cause that is correct.

When my focal seizures weren’t as well managed, one of the closest descriptions I could give is it often feels like experiencing various Windows error noises. Like, all varieties of them, from '93-XP, fit the bill. Occasionally, it’s dragging the multiplying, cascading window that won’t respond, across a teeny screen of barely available conciousness. Meds make me feel pretty dumb, and some errors still get through, but I don’t dunk, donk, dink, or bonk so much!

Super cute and fuzzy wuzzy until it’s jumping spider season, and they’re in the house, and jesus goddammit jumping spiders, I just cleaned up this shit, can you not web up the entire kitchen every fucking morning? Tiny ass Cirque du Soleil across the light fixtures, every damned day! Cute little shits.

Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.

I have epilepsy, and a few rare genetic disorders - there wasn’t much of a healthy community for them on Reddit, especially my weirder shit, but I would love to see at least Epilepsy/Neurodegenerative/connective tissue disorder communities have a bigger presence. A few exist, but don’t have posts, etc. My spouse has encouraged me to be the one to post, but I’m afraid of screaming into the void, just yet.

I recently made mention of Squishmallows, feeling a little silly, but my brain was on a ramble. I was embarrassed upon adoring the first one, and my spouse helped me learn that I should embrace how much I love the darned thing. We now have a pile of the “Reginald” variety of Squishmallows, that they secretly started collecting when my health began declining, and now I always pack a Reginald or two in hospital go-bags, use multiple sizes for comfort and limb/book propping, and keep them very far away from the pillow-stealing dogs. I just wish they made actual pillows out of the same material!