Autism and Me, Part Three: Things Are Better Now
Things have improved for my fellow (and younger) Autistes. Sadly, I missed out on a lot of it. I’m not mad about it. Just… kind of jealous.
That story? Wrote it twice.
True story. Because I thought the first and published version was lost five-ever, I got into my Instants Master File and rewrote that motherfucker from the best of my recall.
And it took ages because the master file is firkin hyuge and though I type at somewhere around thirty words per minute, the text appeared at four characters per second.
Pain.
Full.
If you want to see what the other version of that story looks like, go check out my Patreon. You just have to be part of Patreon to see it.
And now I’m going to have myself a treat and possibly go watch a DVD because the internet can’t hate me there.
I should be eating lunch rn…
For all my “look after yourself” talk to other bloggers on my dash, I sure do neglect myself.
There is some part of me that hates me
I’m gonna be ranting here because I don’t want to drag people through this. You can hit the skip button. Or scroll on by.
And don’t worry. I should be over it soon. Ranting here helps.
T_T ASDFGHJKL ;_;
Running around in circles…
Trying to get The Amity Incident capital-n Noticed by some nice famous people.
Except…
- In order to gift something from Smashwords, I have to know the recipients’ email
- Celebs don’t give out their emails to random hacks on the internet because reasons
- Very good reasons
- Like everyone and their kid brothers’ dog spamming them with bullshit
- There’s no such thing as a private tweet so I can’t go that route
- About the only thing left is snailmail and we all know how well trying to send something to another country goes [Hint: might as well put vouchers for free books into bottles and chuck them into the ocean]
- Plus there’s a high liklihood it would wind up in a landfill, anyway
- I have to Know a Somebody to get Noticed
- I have to Be a Somebody to know a Somebody
- I have to get Noticed to be a Somebody
Is it me, or is it inherently impossible for a plebe like me to get anywhere?
The continuing cost of flexibility…
So I kind of need these weird kneeling chairs to try and stop my back feeling like I’m being stabbed. It’s got to the point where I just can NOT be comfortable no matter what.
I sit up, my back aches. I lie down, I get stabbing pain.
Just about the only place I don’t hurt in in a hot bath and I can’t live in one of those. Alas.
The closest place to me that even HAS these style of chairs is in Eagle Farm. That’s fuck-off far away. And they don’t have an internet ordering system. You actually have to go all the fuck way to Eagle Farm to even look at these things.
Badbacks.com.au has the chairs. It has delivery. It has online ordering… and it has prices so steep that I might as well go abseiling.
Note, though, that the more expensive chair has cheaper postage and handling. Not that it really matters because you’re already dropping $1.2K on the firkin thing.
And the point is moot, because I can afford neither.
I’d be set if they had kneeling chairs at Officeworks. Hell, I’d be set if they had them at firkin IKEA.
But no.
It’s a niche market. There’s no money in it.
Yeah right.
My only hope is that Kung Fu Zombies goes gangbusters and I can get all the things I have ever dreamed of. Including better health. Or at least some firkin comfort.
This has been your irregularly scheduled Piss And Moan session. Bought to you by Why Does My Life Have To Suck?
Why does my life have to suck? Because the Universe hates you!
-_-
my morning got off to a lovely start at fuckit in the morning when Beloved came home and woke me up by going to bed
then i spent the rest of the morning trying to get back to sleep
only to finally have a dream about the alarm going off and actually waking me up TWO FUCKING MINUTES before the alarm actually went off
i’ve already had my coffee of the day and it’s not fucking working
the printer won’t obey me
i’m low on spoons
my back hurts despite the brand fucking new posturepedic mattress we got
my feet hurt before i even got out of bed
i currently have two modes - capslock and lowercase
you do not want capslock
if i try to sleep now i will fuck up my internal clock even worse
i need new shoes
the money i actually got back from the tax man is going straight on clothes for the kids and food for the family and i will likely never see it when i’m financially stable enough to save for my cosplay
i’ve been using all my energy to catch up on the backlog of words i owe on KFZ and it shows because nobody has bought any of my for-profit books in a FIRKIN MONTH
i don’t have the spoons for punctuation or capital letters
i need a massive tax free windfall or tony abbott to turn up at my door and ask me what i need him to do to win my vote
and i would say: stand there with your legs apart and your eyes closed
and i would kick him in the nards so hard he’d get a nosebleed
and then tell him i’d never vote for him even if he paid me
but we all know none of that is going to happen so pleh
i got things i want to get done things i need to fetch things i need to do
and fuck all spoons
fuck
i’m doing the bare minimum today and spending the rest of it on popcorn, bad television, and animal crossing: new leaf
I’m in a Mood…
It’s nobody’s fault but mine. I play these games with my own head that I can’t stop or turn around. Depressing shit below the cut. [TW: Thoughts of death]