thought bin

So yeah I passed that stressful exam. With a 4. (Our scales go from 1 to 5, with 5 being the best and 1 meaning "you failed you absolute buffoon") I had some troubles with the oral part but the professors were nice enough to not confuse my competence with my performance. At one point I blurted out, staring at the desk "I am not a moron, I am just anxious" and then continued with my exam task. May any deities bless them for keeping a straight face while I fumbled with words such as "furniture" and "property".

I have a meeting at 6 am. I am currently on my second bottle of something. But I just played a really nice match against really nice enemies and now i have a really nice victory crown.

Today I am wearing a tank top which shows my self-harm scars and also my fat upper arms. And at the same time I am wearing shorts with visible body hair. Pray for me.

Im currently in line waiting at the store buying alcohol. I am almost 28 so no worries. But I have been asked for my ID five times in the past week. And I don't have it on me right now. Thoughts and prayers for me and my bottle of wine.

Tiktok keeps showing me club music. The local club closes at 3am. Its currently 2.45am. Stop taunting me.

I am at that point in my HR addiction where I don't even read the posts I am simply just pressing the little heart button. Just hitting the heart button like madman.

So I failed my exam. Yay me.

There is something very naughty and a tad mischievous about reading smut while eating lunch in a packed restaurant. Nobody knows what I really mean by muttering "this is delicious" under my breath.

Someone accidentally froze all of the cargo on the cargo truck at work. I mean sauces, packaging materials, produce. One of my colleagues said that "at least now we have real ICEberg lettuce".