Trivial whines

[yuuago]

It's dark and cloudy and gross outside, and it looks like it might snow.

I have a million things I need to reply to that I don't really feel like replying to.

My RSI issues are bothering me again.

And my knee hurts too, argh, fuck, is this what getting old is like? Random pain everywhere? Fuck it, I'm not even thirty.

... Next year I'm going to be thirty.

[/Puts face in hands]

UUUUGH WHY.

I don't even know why I feel so uncomfortable and sensitive about that. Thirty is NOT OLD. It's. Not. Old. It's not old at all. Thirty is actually a pretty decent age.

But I guess I just, I don't know, I used to think I would have my life completely sorted out, I expected that I would be in a Really Awesome Place (figuratively and literally). I had completely unrealistic expectations, of course, and my expectations did not take mental illness and family stuff and actual ambition or lack thereof into account, but I just. I don't know.

[/pulls at hair]

Okay. Um. I... should... I should go do some laundry. And get dressed. And do my nails. And I should probably see if mum wants help cutting vegetables for supper. I mean, I don't think she'll need help, but I should probably ask anyway. And... uh... hm. Yes.