mind palace intrigue

it would be nice to wean myself off tumblr

today a woman with a fucked up eye who likes talking about all the things that have been done to it and knows all the relevant surgical terminology got along like a house on fire with an optometrist with a particular passion for fucked up eyes

lately i keep waking up from dreams that leave me intensely dysphoric. don't even have time to ruin my own day anymore.

"sorry my follower put that on your post" appended to my follower's own post that has no other additions

i figure as a small child i must've learnt the idiom about the grass being greener on the other side before i'd learnt why anyone would care about the greenness of grass, because evidently i internalised the idiom as being necessarily in reference to things that don't matter at all. to this day i'd never even think to use it for any situation important enough for me to have been talking about it in the first place.

i do feel a sense of satisfaction whenever i get something from a pharmacy where it was out of stock and they had to order it in, like i've just done whoever needs it next a solid by being the reason the pharmacy went and got more

i can only assume the fruit juices i just bought from the south asian store were the ones for real knowers, the way i was asked at the checkout if i was sri lankan

when all you have is a grindstone, every problem looks like a reason to render yourself into an ever-finer paste