GN.

I didn't poison myself with sugar today. I drank more cold brew coffee than I should, and ate more cheese than I should.

I bought some iodized sea salt from WalMart. I looked at the label more closely today, one if its ingredients is dextrose. What the actual fuck? Why are they adding sugar to salt? Fuck this world, seriously. Outraged. I should just rage quit everything NOW!

Into the bin with that nonsense. But also, why does my mother-in-law (who lives under my roof) just leave most of a crumb cake with some magic cookies in the space where there wasn't crumb cake sitting out in the kitchen where I have to see it and walk by it every time I want to get a drink? Maybe I'll go buy some meth and just cut out a nice line and put it on the bathroom counter, in case anyone wants to dig up histories of poisoning one's self. For fuck's sake.

I threw that crumb cake in the bin too, after the rest of the people in this house had eaten everything in the middle of the pan except for the crumbs and the edges. They got their poison for the day. I can't stop 'em, and I won't join 'em.

Shit is still rough, maybe less rough than yesterday, maybe the same and I'm one more day used to it.

Apparently the wisdom of the day is patience, so I will let it blow by. Whatever happens probably would happen anyway.

I might get a peek at a big harvest moon shortly; not entirely sure if was full tonight or last night, but either way, should be pretty big if the clouds cooperate.

Cheers nostr. 🌕🎉