this week has been exhausting. everything feels heavy, protest/call/read news/panic/de-stress videogames (???)/read news/panic/call/protest/repeat. i know i need to figure out a way to calm down or i’ll be of no use to anybody. fucking whiny MRA bros at the fest i played last weekend still has me irritated. trying to wade through this baby blue midwest liberalism where nobody actually has a conversation, holding such a fear of confrontation with issues beyond meek agreement and shushing themselves. i've been shy af since i started this job months ago yet somehow getting intense passive aggressive side-eyes (the equivalent of getting screamed at here) for speaking the truth. icing on the shit cake, my insurance has been pending my new prescrip. dose since before the ‘inauguration’ so internally i’ve been zero chill/zero focus. haven’t written or finished anything creative in weeks. scared for my friends and my health, car repair is keeping me broke, i’m tired.
an attempt to recognize good shit: somehow finally thought of a workable script idea/plot and log line today, a day before it’s due. actually kind of excited about it if i can get to work on it. had taquitos for lunch, top five comfort food. woke up kinda sick and can’t eat the delicious ice cream calling for me in the freezer BUT my russkiy mini lesson for the day was dessert vocab, so at least I got to learn the word for it (мороженое).
у хотел бы десерт. какой, пирог? нет, шоколад. фрукт йогурт. мы выбрали мороженое и торт.
фрукт - frukt - fruit
десерт - desert - dessert
мёд - miod - honey
пирог - pirog - pie
шоколад - skokolad - chocolate
печень - pechenye - biscuit? shit forgot now but that’s my guess