together we can take the world apart, my love

I'm pretty good, I guess. Shit's still hard, and I'm still crazy.

Turned 35 last month. With the money everybody gave me I bought a wetsuit. It arrived on Tuesday and I went for a tiny swim in ridiculous surf because I could. It was glorious.

Celebrating Chanukah with the girlfriend's family tomorrow. It's nice to have family. Confusing to allow them to like me. I'm not used to having family who like me, I suspect I'm difficult. I still don't see what I could be good at, what I could contribute, that what I do is enough. It probably isn't, right? Just legally speaking, it's not.

I say that as I just resubmitted paperwork reaffirming my disability shit with Social Security.

( tiny political rant )

Teyla's well, 3 months after her last cancer surgery, although I keep postponing calling the cancer center for dogs where she'll probably start radiation therapy. I keep postponing having my car repaired. I keep postponing all this important stuff.

The psychological assessment said I was self-defeating, hated authority, unwilling to control my emotions. Fuck 'em. Not sure how much attention I should pay to that old crap, considering I paid $200 AFTER insurance to be subjected to a Rorschach blot test——

Literally everyone's first comment is
Isn't that completely deprecated
Yes, yes it is