a common method for making mice mentally ill

something occured at this airport that I didn't photograph but I'm regretting it because it's so cartoonishly angermaking I honestly don't believe my own interpretation of the situation. which is always unfortunate when it comes to actually making sense of an odd situation

vitaminblogging once again but another thing that I keep finding very striking is how much more tolerable my environment is now that I have control over it. e.g. I don't like debris sticking to my bare feet and I prefer my carpets etc Pretty Clean, but previously I would have to ask my parents to vacuum for me which occurred once in a blue moon when a) I remembered and b) they had time. so I spent a lot of time vaguely uncomfortable because the floor was dirty. today I was vacuuming, because I can do that now, and I do that often now, and I was filled with the vitamin emotion once again, which is a sort of joyful horror about it all. I feel like I am discovering the sort of person I am and have maybe always been, and that sort of person is kind of a weirdo but not in the cool weirdo way, and this is glorious. I am healthy enough now that I know what my floor cleanliness preferences are. when I wasn't healthy enough to take these actions it was an ambient sort of misery I didn't register much because I couldn't fix it so why bother