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Unfortunately he will never die because he hoarded enough wealth to just keep his body alive with machines to watch the news, where both parties wish him well and condemn those attacking him.

It wasn’t bad. I wasn’t a massive fan of the traditional prep method but the box had some suggestions for other cocktails I could try with it that I intend to make.

I don’t love licorice but I don’t mind it either.

Yeah. This tastes really similar to Sambuca, but with a herbal aftertaste

As I understand it. You’re supposed to suspect a sugar cube over a glass and drip cold water over it into the drink.

Absinthe has a distinct anise aroma to it, a lot like Sambuca but not nearly as strong.

Gonna try some absinthe tonight

They have to make up the money that they’ve lost from me personally boycotting them.

Or so I like to tell myself.

I may have a new hyperfixation.
#tadc

Yes

Scuttlebutt reached me that there was some recent drama involving the old Katbox breakup on discord.

I appreciate that nobody approached me about it. I have 0 interest in publicly going over that part of my life. It was very painful and my mental health can’t handle drama like it used to.

Every super bowel I used to post as Idward on the Katbox forums, telling everyone who won.
I’d either be right, or I’d be wrong in which case I’d blame someone else for causing a disruption in time.

You could just do sheets of these sketches and I'd just like them as I see em

Yes, excellent. Making smooking hella cool

Yeah that's fucked. Yeah I wouldn't be able to go back to Morrowind and find the same sense of wonder and adventure I felt back in 2003 but that doesn't mean I'd want to play the same-y crap bethesda puts out.

There's no comparison between the sense of exploration in morrowind and even oblivion.

No, i remember something vaguely like that. I was a weird kid who used to like watching infomercials.

Breasts and pussy.

Ok, but they're saying not to drag dead artists into culture wars but then also dragging Warhol into it by just assuming he'd hate "safe spaces" and be on their side.
I call bullshit.

Update: Last night was horrible. I didn’t even manage to get as drunk as I wanted to. I tried. I was drinking straight vodka and still felt only minority drunk.

Slept for about 10 hours and woke up feeling much, much better. Not even a hangover. Thank you all for the kind words last night.

Are you going to try to slap butter on my belly then?

Are you looking for suggestions? What kind of stories do you like? My favorite author is Alexandre Dumas.

As an American my diet consist largely of French fries so I’d say I’m about 1/4th potato

I’d be annoyed at you too if you slapped butter on my belly.

I'm not ok. Intellectually I know that after I ride this out I will be ok, but right now I'm extremely not ok. Getting drunk tonight is a bid for some temporary relief, it's not doing much for the emotional pain but it quells the anxiety enough for me to be social right now and reach out.

I guess I wrote that stuff to get it off my chest, and suffering in silence is what gets people killed.

I am staying in touch with medical professionals through this and am following their advice. I can't get in to see anybody until next Friday though, but I have meds left over to take.

I emailed my psych this morning asking if I could be cross-tapered back on to Pristiq, which is what I was taking before December when we took me off to try to troubleshoot a swelling issue. I got the go ahead and am getting back on it. It helped a lot more with anxiety.

I hate relying on alcohol. Worrying about becoming an alcoholic certainly doesn't help the suffering, but god damn do I need some relief. Every single worry, every bump in the past few days is amplified to an absurd degree, and I stayed sober through up until tonight.

I've been in emotional PAIN this week. Like, actively suffering. I'm still in it's throes, and I don't think there's a way out of it other than stay safe and ride it out. It's like a ball of intense stress and anxiety and despair is sitting in my stomach and nothing except strong distraction helps.

Not as advertised, DESCRETE PACKAGING WAS PROMISED. 0 stars.

Hearing Scott Adams has passed, my feelings on it are muted. I used to LOVE his work. This photo is me around 7th grade with a kitten I named Catbert, because i loved Dilbert so much. But we went very different paths. I’m sad he went down a darker one, but he’s got nobody else to blame for that.