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If anyone knows someone looking for a roommate in Kent County, Delaware, please get me in touch with that person ASAP. Vital necessities: queer/trans-friendly and willing to put up with someone working the 4-12 shift and staying up till three.

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madgastronomer, these are the bookmark-like thing that was my first attempt at weaving (note please the warp thread that did not get attached to the weft threads really at all), and the little bitty bag that was my second attempt. Bag isn't perfect either, and a long way from a quality I'd be happy to sell, but it's okay.

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OW okay note to self don't do that.

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I swear I can hear my father policing my food choices from here. I mean, I
realize ramen and Pringles and Hot Pockets are not exactly nutritional
superstars, and the latter two are a little spendy. But you know what they
have lots of, without so much tasting like they have it? That thing my
doctor told me to eat lots of but I can't actually stand: salt!

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AUGH. Not tonight not tonight I cannot deal with this tonight.

My left hand does not want to do its job with minimal pain anymore. In
fact, in the fifteen minutes since I got back from lunch hour, it has gone
from around a two to at least a six on that damn smileyface pain scale. I
know exactly why, mind--my work-tracky spreadsheet has just cleared 120
line items; day-shift filers' daily quota is like 83 and there's three
hours of work to go. And given that pain jump, I really ought to be saying
hey manager can I go home sick. But I DO NOT want to leave work early, for
multiple reasons, not least being if I leave right now I will take an hour
sick leave instead of getting two hours overtime.

Why tonight?

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My hand is mostly calmed down. Hurrah for naproxen doing its damn job? But
oh, these are not going to be a fun few weeks of many much overtime, even
just from a hand pain perspective!