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The world is on metaphorical (and literal) fire and I chose today to re-download this app. So, for the sake of maintaining my threadbare optimism, who wants friendship bracelets, postcards, and/or sundries?

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I turned 39 today. Time is weird, guys
Felt like high time I let braveremus go. I wish the very best and the bravest emus to whoever picks it up after me.
Hey it's my birthday. Having cake for lunch, because I can
This week marks four years since I went to Nevada, August will mark four years since they both died. It's such a strange thing. I know I did everything I could with the information and abilities I had at the time. I know that. But there's still guilt and shame sometimes. I was so angry, and even though I made sure to never let my grandparents see it, I feel like I should have been better.
The grief feels dulled, not gone but the sharpness of it isn't like it was. I miss them. I miss grandpa singing opera everyday and talks about Dune and marathon watching Mel Brooks movies. I miss grandma's laugh and how she collected keepsakes and teapots and that she took not shit from anyone.
They were more my parents than my actual parents for such a pivotal part of my childhood. I miss them and I know it will be okay, but for today I'm going to let myself feel it.

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Recovery from surgery sucks, guys.
It's BBEG Fight Time.
These kids are about to looney tunes their way into saving the world or ending it. Honestly, it's a 50/50 at this point
I need to have a whiney child moment.
My pain has been at 4-5 since Sunday. During a normal multi-day flare up I can manage by keeping my mind busy between pain-naps. But with the post-concussion symptoms I'm having I can't do any of those things. I can't read or write or listen to my audiobooks or podcasts. They make my brain smudge-y or experiencing vertigo and nausea and I'll have to lay down in a dark and quiet room, and then all I can focus on is the pain.
I'm tired of this. I have shit I need to do but I can't without this concussion and flare up messing with me. I have errands but I'm not cleared to drive yet. I want to sleep more than 2-3 hours at a time and I can't. I want to work on D&D prep - the BBEG fight is the next weekend for fuck's sake - and I can't without making my head hurt. It's taken me about an hour to type this out. My life feel full of can'ts and I'm sick of it.
Between the concussion, my dumbass tooth, and pain flare I would really appreciate it if my body could stop existing until it got its shit together.