Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.

Closest wawa to me has no gas which I prefer.

The quesadillas are good. At 2am. When maybe not very sober.

The ice cream section use to be bigger, they cut that down to like one cabinet and I’m sad. They use to sell dove bars!!

Making so an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ can get married to someone who isn’t also an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ without losing all their benefits and ssdi stuff would be nice.

There’s all that other stuff, but that’s important to me.

Maybe also up ssdi amounts. And make Medicare not suck ass.

Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with…the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.

Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.

Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.

Going to the past within living lifetime would be fine! Probably!

I want to look and see ancient Mesopotamia but not like. Go there. Seems dangerous.

The fact the best we can do still for some things is just to crack open a being and just start fucking smacking them with a hammer is wild to me. I wonder what things we’ll still be using in the far off future.

The only way I want to time travel is like…looking through a window to watch it.

Actually being there???

Fuck that, I like being alive and not not alive.

Human brains suck. I love bananas, but my brain just goes “mmm but nacho cheese is more delicious” and is a constant fucking battle. Which I fail too often.

Hobbies that are creative for me are cooking/baking/canning. Which reminds me, I need to get apples for apple butter.

There’s a glass of lemonade somewhere in the gulf of space at the end of where I am laying down, then there’s my husband, and then there is a glass of lemonade.

Seems bad for me, being a twin.

Or bad for my twin

I forget which of us is evil currently