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Things were going fine for nearly the whole semester. I’m a fairly diligent student and almost never fail to attend a class or hand over my assignments on time. I like to have a lively discussion about different topics, but I always try to keep things civil and remain open-minded. I’m not sure the latter word applies to one of my professors, though.
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Without getting into the nitty-gritty, I’ll mention that we were branched out into a subdiscussion during class on political movements of the 60s, and how they correlate to today’s politically active groups. As the discussion went on, I felt more and more like the professor was getting increasingly partial and steering me towards accepting a specific viewpoint, which I resisted. After several minutes of this back-and-forth, we circled back to the main topic of the class, but you could cut the air with a knife afterward.
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I felt a bit uncomfortable for what seemed like a sparring match with my professor, but I sure as heck knew I’d kept myself within limits. The very next week, I had the chance to make sure that my professor saw otherwise. He didn’t waste time showing me there’s a new regime just for me. I got the brunt of the questions, including those that covered things from future chapters. It was obvious to me what he was doing, but it stopped being fun after the first 10 minutes. He was after my ass, dead serious.
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Then things got worse. I started getting the extra-difficult assignments, and even when I thought I pulled through quite fine, I’d get a C+ at best. I work damn hard on my essays and rarely get less than A minuses, so I knew something was up. I even did an experiment for shit and giggles and handed in an essay I did via a paper writing service. The professor’s verdict was a B-, and I know for a fact that paper was solid. I felt very tempted to tell him the truth and see the look on his smug face, but I don’t doubt this MF would’ve turned that against me as well.
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Can you present a case of biased treatment to the university’s board? I know there might be the option of switching professors, but the other one, while a nice fellow, isn’t as qualified. I’d rather try and work things out with Mr. Attitude and get through the class with valuable information by the end of it.

I got my helix or cartilage pierced, whatever you want to call it about 8 months ago, and I think it's healed enough for me to switch to my desired jewelry. When i went to go get this piercing I didn't really pay attention to what jewelry was being put in, but the person used a silver ring with a ball on it. Didn't have a lock, more of just a push/mold with fingers to close. I'm not sure if I should use a plier or if there's actually some technique I should be following because I've tried with my hands and didn't get far to pulling it apart. Any advice would be cool.

So expressing your characters faction identity through wearing warfront or heritage sets is an easy win, looks great, feels great, you can't go wrong.
My question would be if you have taken a transmog set that does not have an obvious connection to your race or class and had that influence your character's backstory. So do you sport a certain armor set because of a unique connection you have made as opposed to just generically looking cool or being a trophy from the current tier.
One simple example might be like a warrior picking up some death knight look alike pieces as he's begun down his own dark path. Another example might be an elf using the tos/eternal palace naga themed gear because because of some interest or continued admiration of Azshara. One personal example is using the firelands priest tier and borrowing from the GoT red priest to envision a more dangerous facet of the character.
There's tons of tier outside of the obvious racial sets that give opportunity to enrich your character story. So what specific sets have influenced the flavor of your character?

How is this even legal? It’s happened twice now, seller lists for a price, receives offers at or a bit above list price and then say, “oh we’re looking for a wow offer”, then after a week do a price increase by $50,000 on their listing. It’s just really crappy cuz people get their credit pulled, get pre approval, and make an offer on a house that they never intended to sell at the price they’re listing it for or even close to that price. It’s deceptive and wastes so many people’s time and energy. Is this legal? Not cool at all.

We are left hanging with the result of the election and therefore Connor's role as the Slo-ambassador is also up in the air. But there are a few more things that were not resolved. What are some of these? Also say how you think they would turn out but also how you'd want them to turn out.

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I sank deeper into the chair cushion, staggering back and forth, startled to be awake. Ink smudged all over as I massaged my eyes. I understood what I had done once I turned to face my desk. I must have splashed the ink all over while I was unconsciously asleep, ruining all the pages I have written for the ending of my novel. Frustrated, I let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair. How could I salvage this mess? The ink was everywhere, covering my fingers and staining my pages. I have no choice but to start all over again. I pushed the table in front of me to jolt myself out of my chair and out of my room so I could leave to go to the restroom.
As I entered the strangely cold room, sending shivers down my spine, I noticed a change in the atmosphere. The room felt heavy and overwhelming like a sudden weight was bearing down on my chest. I bowed my head in regret when I remembered my medication, resting my arms on the sink. I must have forgotten to set my alarm once more. My eyes jerked upward as I examined my face, which was smeared in ink. My eyes widened as I realised who or what was present in the room other than me. I let out a small gasp as I stood eerily still and stared into the reflection of the shadow of a person standing behind the shower curtains. I glanced away from the mirror and over at the shower curtains as my head abruptly jerked to the right to see the shadow disappear. My lips secretly released a quivering breath, and my shoulders returned to their comfortable posture. I must have been severely affected by the nightmare I had. I ruffled my ginger hair and tried to forget what had just happened. I shouldn't be overworking myself in this way as a man in my 20s. I hurriedly turned on the sink and watched the water flow while scrubbing my face rough with a handful of water. I then walked back into the hallway leading to my room after grabbing my green towel and drying it off.
My cat was lurking around the corner of the hallway as I was moving. Her emerald eyes were terrified, and I could tell that she shared my anxiety. She hurriedly left when I called her over because she heard the sound that filled the hallway, the sound of my lamp on my bedside table shattering into a million pieces as it plummeted to the floor. My room door was already closed when I hurried over there. My ears were filled with the sound of my heart racing as I became aware that I had forgotten to close the door after leaving my room. I felt queasy and my stomach constricted. I mustered up the bravery to open the door by twisting the doorknob slowly. My heart began to wrench as I was strained to see. The door revealed a room shrouded in darkness and mystery. I started to tremble and quiver and wasn't sure if I should open the lights or risk myself for whatever is in there. As I reached my arm inside the horribly dark room, caressing the wall all over to find the light switch, I felt something so human brush across my arm. I jerked my arm back and stumbled backward, regrettably hitting the ground as I retreated further. My lungs were panicking, as I drank the oxygen in, trying to survive this unholy night.
The light switch flickered by a touch, a touch of someone unknown, something unknown. I let out a scream, and at that moment, I realised that I wasn’t alone. Whatever is in that room, whatever was standing in front of me, was angry and violent, and it meant harm. My eyes are closed shut, terrified to see what is coming next. “Open your eyes,” she, the entity, said. My eyes jerked open as I heard the familiar voice, and began to tear up. She glared at me with eyes filled with malice and fury. My mind raced with thoughts of what I had done wrong. Was it something I wrote down? Was it something I haven’t written down? Was it because I failed to finish the novel? As I lay there, paralyzed with fear, I realised that I have written her the life she always deserved to live, is that wrong of me? Is that why she hates me? Despite my confusion and terror, I summoned all my bravery and called out to her, “What did I do wrong, my love? Is it something I wrote? If so, assassinate me, with all your might, take your revenge and take my soul as I am your prey.” She cackled in glee, an awful yet beautiful sound that made my skin crawl. “I want you to suffer for all eternity, as you made me.”
I turned around and stared at the words that were scrawled on the wall with the same ink that I had used to jot down the life she had always desired and deserved. She lunged at me and jammed a pen nib into my throat abruptly. She started twisting the pen, pressing it deeper and deeper as blood gushed out, "You filled my life with unpleasantness, I curse the day that I ever laid eyes on you." As I turned to look into her eyes, I gasped for air and sobbed till I passed out, filling the room with my trembling breaths. My eyes started to blur as my lifeless body started to quiver and then laid horribly motionless on the icy ground.
My eyes started to flutter open as I attempted to process what I was viewing on what seemed to be an all-white ceiling. It was difficult for me to understand the discussion being held by what sounded like my brother and an unidentified man in the hall due to the cardiac monitor next to me, which was creating a dreadfully annoying noise that pursed into my ears. I desperately tried not to interrupt their conversation as they entered the room by acting unconscious. "Every appointment established in treatment has all been washed away, all became meaningless because of you Weston," the unnamed man claimed. My brother appeared to be weeping and said, "Doctor, I didn't mean to leave him in the house by himself for that long. I told him, I bluntly cautioned him that his schizophrenia would cause him more than harm if he kept writing about his deceased wife. He keeps blaming himself doctor! He blames himself for the atrocious life she lived!” The doctor sighed and said, "Weston, there are reasons why you need to put Walton in a treatment centre or any other facility where he can be taken care of. You know very well that Walton doesn't care about his prescriptions. After his failed suicide attempt, I no longer have faith in him in your care.” As I heard the words pour out of the doctor's mouth, my body jerked up, becoming motionless. I looked around at that point and saw nobody, there wasn’t anyone present in my room, other than me. I started to tremble, praying that this was all a hallucination. That’s when the hospital suddenly went silent. My eyesight immediately fell to see my arm and I started yanking the tube that was sinking into my skin, neglecting the rush of pain I felt once I pulled it out. As soon as the tube fell to the ground, I tried to position myself to be able to leave my hospital bed and walk outside, and that’s when a power outage occurred at the hospital. All I could feel at that moment was the vomit that was inducing in my throat as fear washed over my pale body. My knees fell to the ground once I heard a familiar voice screeching mercilessly, filling the hospital with bloody screams.
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Atramentum
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the walls, the walls, the walls held his last message. “Throughout the rest of my mortal days, i hear the screams of my wife's last stay. Her demise was by my hand, my cruel strife. I made her live an unpleasant life.”

If you think business is about PowerPoint presentations, networking events, or buzzwords like 'synergy', think again. Strip away the noise and what you're left with is this raw, unfiltered truth: business is a beast that feeds on money. It’s the blood, sweat, and tears you pour in, hoping that when the dust settles, you'll find yourself standing on a pile of cash.
Visualize it like a relentless marathon, a race that never ends. It's the power of your investment pushing you forward, each dollar thrown in the mix acting like an extra dose of fuel, driving you towards the finish line. This game is a brutal test of endurance, strength, and strategic maneuvering.
Or better yet, imagine it as a ruthless chess game. Every move you make, each piece you sacrifice, is a strategic decision to outwit your opponent and protect your king - your profit. You play the game, take the hits, and keep moving forward, always eyeing that end goal - to end up with more money than you started with.
The problem with most businesses these days is that you don't understand the simple laws in the universe that we live in.
MONEY
ATTENTION
DEMAND
SUPPLY
FLOW
LISTEN UP! Business IS money. Period. If you're not hauling in that sweet green, then WHY ARE YOU EVEN PLAYING?
FLASHBACK: 4th grade. I'm just a kid walking into school when I see this game, Bakugan, taking the playground by storm. Intrigued, I get in on the action, buying 4 Bakugans for a cool $5.
Then, BAM! A kid approaches me and lays down $2.5 for ONE of my Bakugans. That's HALF my initial investment back, with one single sale!
There it was - MONEY IN. The first key was mine, and let me tell you, it was a thrill like no other.
Smelling the sweet scent of success and spotting the demand, I dove deeper. I found a wholesale deal and snagged 14 Bakugans for a mere $8. It was GAME ON.
I was about to shake up the school like never before. I brought in Bakugans that no one had even seen before. I had them gaping, I had them wanting. I created a STIR, and boy, did that pay off.
Just like that, I had the other 4 keys to success snug in my pocket. Money flowed in as naturally as water down a river. The symphony of a successful business was playing loud and clear, with me as the maestro.
THAT'S the power of understanding BUSINESS IS MONEY! NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS.
LISTEN UP! I'm about to give you the ULTIMATE guide to business success. No fluff, no jargon, just plain, simple FACTS.
We live in a world where social media has turned business into a game ANYONE can play. So stop wracking your brain and making it harder than it has to be.
The recipe to business success is literally at your FINGERTIPS. All you need is to follow the road of 123 6 9:
1 - MONEY IN.
2 - DEMAND.
3 - SUPPLY.
6 - ATTENTION.
9 - FLOW.
Get it? That's your roadmap to DOMINATION. It's simple. It's straightforward. It's foolproof.
Remember this: The first four elements can dance around any order. You could start with ATTENTION as your number 1, SUPPLY as your number 2, DEMAND as your number 3, and MONEY IN as your 6. But remember - FLOW is always 9. It's the grand finale, the thunderous climax.
These four elements are your building blocks. Forget about the perfect logo, or the next big thing. These things are nice, but they don't guarantee success. It's the fusion of these four elements that creates the FLOW, the rhythm of a successful business.
So, ARM yourself with these elements. MOLD them into your strategy. This is your golden ticket.
I can already see those comments coming in. "Oh wow, Einstein, nice discovery, we already knew this."
Well, let me hit you with a little wisdom from the man himself, Albert Einstein: "Any fool can know. The point is to understand."
DON'T BE THAT FOOL! UNDERSTAND the simple truth of business. There's ALWAYS demand, there's ALWAYS supply, and they're waiting for YOU. Find them, connect them, and that's MONEY IN. From there, getting ATTENTION is a breeze. Pay an influencer, start an ad campaign, you name it.
Sure, it takes a dose of smarts and creativity to play the elements into a harmonious symphony. But let me tell you this: EVERYONE can play their own tune that gets rewarded with the sweet sound of cash clinking.
OPEN YOUR EYES! Understand that business and money are EVERYWHERE. At the restaurant, at the party, even when you're scrolling TikTok.
Business is an ART, and like any art, it takes practice. It's a symphony that needs its conductor. And just like any skill, it CAN BE CONQUERED.
This world we live in is FULL of challenges. But every challenge is an opportunity. Look at the gym - anyone who hits it with dedication and good flow can sculpt a great body, no matter how skinny or fat they start out.
BUSINESS IS THE SAME. So get out there, face those challenges, POUND the pavement, SWEAT the small stuff, GRIND till you reach the top. This is YOUR game to win, and the world is your arena. Now, MAKE IT HAPPEN
WAKE UP, PEOPLE! This is your BLUEPRINT to business. This is your foundation, your starting point to build an EMPIRE. Yeah, it'll always be a challenge, but the BIGGEST challenge? It's starting a business and wasting time on things that just DON'T MATTER.
FOCUS on these 4 keys when you're starting your journey. If you're already knee-deep and things aren't looking up, TAKE A STEP BACK. Look at your business through the lens of these 4 keys. What are you neglecting?
Now, I'm not just here to dish out advice and leave you hanging. I'm here to HELP. If you're struggling with your business or figuring out how to work these keys, I'm OPEN for discussion and ready to assist.
But let's get one thing straight: I'm here for those who are SERIOUS. For those ready to CHANGE THEIR LIVES, learn the art of business, and willing to put in the HARD WORK and GRIT to make it happen.
Are you one of them? If you are, then let's get down to business and MAKE. THINGS. HAPPEN!

Hi - I am applying for the Nickelodeon writing apprenticeship this year. They require a spec script and an original pilot. For the spec script, I wanted to write for a show on their approved list that I actually worked on last year (in production). Given my experience with the show, I think I can nail the voice and themes of the show. However, my script revolves around a character that is introduced in a yet-to-be-aired episode. Would it be a breach of confidentiality to submit a script with that character? I'm not sure when the ep is coming out, and I obviously don't want to create a leak, but I assume the spec scripts mainly stay with the judges and don't go out into the public. It's not a plot I can do with a different character in the cast, so I'll have to start from scratch if I ditch this idea. Any advice would be greatly appreciated 😊

I've got my sights set on becoming a quant researcher (developing strategies not just algorithmically based is what I enjoy, please lmk if you guys know the proper term for such a job) once I finish college. I'm planning on taking math and a computational degree to get there. I've already checked out the websites for quant degrees in the US, but I'm wondering if any of you know of some good universities in Europe that offer similar programs?
Now, here's the deal. I want to take classes that are exciting and relevant to my future career as a quant researcher. I'm totally into game theory, so any recommendations on classes related to that would be awesome. Oh, and I'm really looking forward to courses where we get to model simulations too.
I'm also interested in solutions engineering and the game theory aspect of both fields. Do you know of any other fields that require similar skills or offer a similar level of thrill?
while I'm at it, I could use some beginner resources. If you've got any cool stuff for Python or Anaconda, I'd really appreciate it.

I wanna get to know some people, so I'm not really looking for short-term friendships.
I personally play on PC, but I'm also cool with cross-platform games.

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Synopsis:
Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
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Chapter 89: Clash Of Snow
I blinked, all my worst nightmares resurfacing as the Snow Dancer's silver sword swept towards my neck.
In that moment, I saw a premonition of what was to come if I failed in my duty to rescue my kingdom and secure plentiful supply of inexpensive soap to the peasantry.
A glint of steel, no different than the cruel edge of a guillotine, its swift onslaught the herald to our fair realm falling into ruin and rubble as a newly raised republic.
I shuddered as images of fire, smoke and anarchy zipped through my mind, our libraries overrun with illiterate looters and bandits while farmers burgled our royal kitchens for the produce we'd bought from them at a price so extortionately low that they could never hope to leave poverty.
But that's all they were. A terrible premonition.
It wasn't yet time for my life to flash before my eyes. And so I answered the coming sword with the only answer that befitted a princess of this dignified kingdom.
I scowled.
How dare this woman attempt to behead me!
Even in my worst nightmares, whole crowds of angry peasants filled the streets! A deluge of rotten fruit tossed and thrown at me as they decried the life of luxury I deservedly lived at their expense! I had an audience! A death befitting my high status!
Even in my last moments, I could look down upon the unwashed masses from the raised platform built for my execution!
But here?
This was a frozen chamber, with the crowds consisting of frozen guards barely tall enough to keep their heads above the snow!
The insult was palpable!
And so–my expression creased beneath the weight of the indignity I felt.
Faced with a scowl hardened by 3 hours of daily practice over 4117 consecutive days, it's little wonder that the sword approaching me instantly slowed.
Indeed, the Snow Dancer positively quailed at the sight … even if she was still smiling in highly off-putting joy!
Brows dented, I twisted around to face the silver sword, taking advantage of the lapse in concentration as I swept Starlight Grace up.
Then, with all the elegance of a troll merchant clubbing away an unsatisfied customer, I batted the silver sword with the utter disdain it deserved.
Immediately, the Snow Dancer pirouetted, her speed as she brought her sword around at odds with the weak commitment of her strike.
Clearly fazed from my utter contempt at this terrible choice of location, the blade that approached my side was as easily slapped away as the falling leaves in my orchard.
And then … she blinked away.
Gaining several steps of distance, the elven woman stood still and tilted her head, looking down at her own sword with an expression of puzzlement.
After which–her blue eyes took in my scowl.
“Wow,” she said. “Now that was something.”
I held Starlight Grace aloft, adopting whatever pose I knew looked most fashionable against the billowing snow at my back.
Ohoho … this sword saint!
She'd underestimated my ability to instantly cower opponents with facial expressions alone! And no wonder. Who else could crease their brows faster than physics could allow? When a servant spilled wine on my dress, I could adopt an expression of outrage faster than the liquid could stain me!
“An opportunistic attack, Snow Dancer. But I advise you not to underestimate me. The strike of your blade is less swift than the fumbling of my attendants.”
Ophelia blew a puff of silver hair away.
“Ouch, that hurts, comparing my [Butterfly Horizon] to whatever it is maids try on you. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised you parried that. Being high up the fancy ladder must mean having a sixth sense to attacks from behind, huh?”
“Quite so. It matters not from which direction they come. When they seek to stain my dress red, I will know before the deed is done.”
The Snow Dancer twirled her sword, drawing the falling snow towards it.
“So sneak attacks won't work? And to think I still can't catch a whiff of anything scary about you. Now that's a strong presence concealment. How long have you trained with a sword to get like that, Miss E-rank Adventurer?”
I smiled in response.
All the while, I came to a sudden realisation.
I, Juliette Contzen, time trained with a sword, zero hours, was currently duelling with a sword saint.
“O … ohohohoho! I've … I've been trained in a secret fencing style before I could even use a fork! As … As you can see, my ability to stand undaunted is testament to my unmatched skills in swordsmanship, born of natural talent and honed through years of studious effort!”
“Really? Wow. It really is secret. I don't recognise it at all. Is it an adventurer thing?”
“This?” I looked down at my footwork. “Why, this is … this is the pouncing cobra sub-stance of my secret fencing style! A highly defensive position favouring swift counter attacks! Only a fool would attempt to break through my infallible parry and suffer my undodgeable reprisal!”
The elven woman narrowed her eyes at my perfectly acceptable way of holding a sword
“Hmmmmm. It doesn't really remind me of a pouncing cobra?”
I smiled. Hard.
To be so studiously examined was … well, a little bit embarrassing.
But no matter!
Once I defeated her, all thoughts of my supremely unorthodox pose would be forgotten!
Yes, my underhanded strike at her undefended flank had shockingly failed. And yes, this was now an open fight with an A-rank sword saint. And yes, this was indeed a minor problem. After all, for an untrained princess to defeat a sword saint in a fair fight was an impossible feat. The difference between our skill and experience was a canyon wider than the eyes could see.
That's why–I had absolutely zero intention to fight her fairly!
Ohohohoho!
If I were to defeat the Snow Dancer, then it would be with guile, subterfuge and an utter lack of chivalry!
And so, I turned to my assistant in crime!
There, safely tucked away behind a truly impressive snow bastion, my future handmaiden was peering over a solid battlement, ready to come to my assistance at a moment's notice.
And upon the walls of her castle, was a giant message written in the snow.
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~ Fight On! Fight On! Juliette Official Fan Club! ♡ B-E-L-I-E-V-E ♡ ~
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“You can do it!~” she cried, her hands forming a tunnel around her mouth. “We believe in you!~”
Quack, quack. Quack, quack.
Squeezed under her arm was the crystal beaked duck. She hadn't bothered plucking the arrows from it.
I pursed my lips.
Then I turned to the elven woman.
“Oho … ohoho! S-See the peril you find yourself in, Snow Dancer! Even my loyal handmaiden sees no need to come to my immediate aid! Challenging me with a sword is as futile as challenging the stars!”
Far from fleeing at my proclamation, Ophelia's eyes lit up with anticipation.
Ugh, people with swords!
Why did they only think with their foreheads and not anything behind it?! Just go headbutt a wall if you want to expend energy!
“Funny, that,” she said, for some reason sheathing her sword. “I actually did try challenging the stars once.”
Her hand never left her sword's hilt.
Then, she smiled as a circle of white flames suddenly erupted around her.
“Spoiler alert–I failed,” she said, her hair rustling magnificently amongst the ring of blazing light. “But I learned how to get a bit closer to them at least … so, [Gravity Reversal].”
The Snow Dancer drew her sword.
I was aghast.
How did everyone know how to conjure flames except me?! Furthermore, was it a rule that overdone names were necessary for sword techniques?! Why, it's because of people like her that Coppelia wished to rename [Spring Breeze] to [Ball Of Doom]! Just what was a [Gravity Reversal]?!
As expected, names should provide clear and concise information! How was I supposed to prepare for something so ominously named with so little context?!
I already suspected I couldn't rely on my scowl to still her next attack! Even so, this sounded like something else entirely! Was she about to throw something at me?!
“–Hieee?!”
The moment her blade left its sheath, I could feel the ground … no, the snow beneath me beginning to rise.
And then I realised that what she was throwing was, in fact, me.
To my absolute chagrin, everything in a wide circle around me was suddenly lifted up into the air.
I was appalled. There were very few scenarios in which I wished to be removed from the ground, and all of them involved being carried by Coppelia as she rescued me to a dramatic backdrop of something exploding.
This was not that!
“–Hiiieeeeee?!”
T-This sensation!
It was practically the same as when my mother's maids woke me each morning! The hopeless indignation as I was swept away as part of my duvet and unceremoniously dumped to the floor!
And worst … it wasn't the sparkling floor of my bedroom which awaited me, but a ceiling as dull as it was dusty!
Glancing up, I witnessed the dark stonework slowly … slowly approaching.
So slowly, in fact, that all I could feel was the insult being levied against both my time and my high standards for any demise!
A plain ceiling without a hint of embellishment? It was disgraceful! Of all the ceilings I wished to be splattered upon, it would be the magnificent Plafond De Dix Mille Cygnes, painted upon the vestibule of Reitzlake's cathedral!
No, just as much as I refused to accept being hoisted into the air against my will, I also refused to be crushed against such an artless ceiling … especially by a bed of snow!
So the Snow Dancer wished to test winter against me, did she?
Ohohohohoho!!
How dare she belittle the kingdom's sharp seasonal changes! To wake up and witness the horror of a blanket of heavy snow suddenly throttling my begonias was a sight I was all too keenly aware of! Why, it was not merely insects which threatened my orchard, but the elements themselves!
That's why–
I leaned down, then shoved Starlight Grace directly into the snow.
“Such fine snow you offer. Let's see if we can make it finer yet, shall we?”
And then–I began to dig.
“Witness the dawning morn, breaking these chains of malaise! Gardening Form, 5th Stance … [Winter Snow Shovel]!”
Ohhhohohohohoho!
Here it was!
A finely honed technique used specifically to remove mounds of snow without the need to painstakingly shovel away like a peasant in a field!
By digging my sword in overlapping, cross-crossing motions, I could make any mound of snow into powder so fine that once I blew at it, all the snow was instantly swept to the abyss!
… But this time, I had no wish to turn this snow into mist.
No, for the Snow Dancer's slovenly attack, she would receive the most slovenly [Winter Snow Shovel] in return!
Because instead of turning the snow into fine grains as I dug … I ceased, allowing the partially hewn icy snow to remain gathered beneath my boots.
I peered down at the snowy ground, seeing the innumerable tiny fissures I'd created.
And then–I gently blew.
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOMPH.
The mass of snow beneath me shuddered and exploded.
Suddenly, a hailstorm of my very own making shot towards the direction of the Snow Dancer, each rough, yet artistically shaped shard capable of being propelled by a single breath!
Ohhohohohohohoho!!!
An A-rank sword saint! And yet what was [Gravity Reversal], but an overly named way to throw a snowball?! Perhaps it could be used to bring down pigeons from the sky, but such an attack was worthless against the power of my snow shovelling skills, tested and refined in the unremitting cold of Tirea's winters!
Containing the cutting edge of a sharpened dagger, each icy shard utterly exposed the sword saint's poor naming sense as her technique was instead turned into a falling rain of doom … nor were the shards the only things to fall.
For a moment, I found myself suddenly suspended in the air, taking my place high above everyone's heads like the veritable angel I was.
And then I dropped, not yet having bloomed my wings yet.
“–Hiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee?!”
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Schlatt: Hey, boys! Welcome back to another episode of the Sleep Deprived Podcast. How are we all doing today?
Mika: Hey, Schlatt. I'm hanging in there, you know. Dealing with the usual ups and downs, but I'm ready to tackle another episode.
Aztro: Doing fantastic, as always! Ready to bring some laughs and good vibes to our listeners.
Apandah: Yeah, yeah, I'm here, whatever. Let's get this show on the road. I've got some spicy takes to share today.
Schlatt: Alright, alright, settle down, everyone. Let's jump into some topics. So, have you guys seen the latest football match? Man, that game was intense!
Aztro: Absolutely, Schlatt! That last-minute goal had me on the edge of my seat. Football always brings out the passion in me.
Apandah: Yeah, yeah, football. I'm just here for the chaos, you know. But I gotta admit, that game got me pumped too.
Mika: I haven't really been following the matches, but it sounds like it was a thrilling one. Speaking of passion, I've been pouring my energy into my music lately. Working on some new tracks, you know?
Schlatt: That's awesome, Mika! Can't wait to hear what you've been working on. You always bring a unique perspective to the group with your music.
Apandah: Unique, huh? Well, I've got some unique thoughts to share today, too. Brace yourselves, boys!
Aztro: Oh no, here we go. Buckle up, everyone. Apandah's about to drop some controversial takes again.
Schlatt: Just keep it within reason, Apandah. We don't want things going completely off the rails.
Apandah: Hey, I can't make any promises. But I'll do my best to keep it spicy yet palatable.
Mika: As long as we're respectful to each other, I'm open to hearing different perspectives. It's what makes our discussions interesting, after all.
Aztro: Couldn't agree more, Mika. It's all about embracing our differences and finding common ground, even when we have those outrageous moments.
Schlatt: Exactly, Aztro. That's what makes this podcast so special. We may not always see eye to eye, but we respect each other and have a damn good time doing it.
Apandah: Yeah, yeah, respect and all that. But let's not forget to inject some chaos and laughter into the mix. That's what keeps our listeners hooked!
Schlatt: Well said, Apandah. Let's bring the chaos, laughter, and some thought-provoking discussions to our audience. It's what they've come to love and expect from the Sleep Deprived Podcast.
And so, the hosts of the Sleep Deprived Podcast continue their banter, sharing their unique perspectives, controversial takes, and plenty of laughter along the way. Each one bringing their own flavor to the table, creating a dynamic and entertaining listening experience for their audience. ---
Schlatt: Alright, folks, let's move on to our next topic. Apandah, what do you have for us today?
Apandah: Ah, you know me, always bringing the spice. So, guys, have you ever heard of this thing called "gooning"?
Aztro: (laughs) Oh, Apandah, here we go again. Yeah, I've heard of it. It's when you... well, you know, engage in some "me time," if you catch my drift.
Schlatt: (chuckles) Yeah, it's a term that's been floating around. Some might call it chronic self-indulgence, if you will.
Apandah: (grinning) Ah, finally, some comrades who understand. You guys are on the same page.
Mika: (confused) Uh, sorry, guys, but I'm a bit out of the loop here. What exactly is "gooning"?
Aztro: (snickers) Oh, Mika, my innocent friend, you're in for a treat. Gooning refers to, um, well, let's just say it's an enthusiastic form of self-exploration.
Schlatt: (smirks) It's like a marathon of personal satisfaction, Mika. An adventure best embarked upon with a box of tissues and a can-do attitude.
Mika: (blushes) Oh... I see. I guess I've been out of touch with the latest terminology. Thanks for filling me in, guys.
Apandah: (laughs) Don't worry, Mika, we'll educate you on all the "important" things in due time. Consider it a crash course in internet culture.
Schlatt: (playfully) And remember, Mika, there's no shame in discovering new... uh, hobbies. Embrace the chaos!
Mika: (smiling) Well, as long as we can keep the discussions lively and respectful, I'm all for embracing the chaos, even if it means learning about "gooning."
And so, the conversation continues with Apandah's mention of "gooning," leading to an enlightening moment for Mika while the rest of the hosts share a knowing camaraderie, injecting laughter into the mix. They proceed to explore more topics, always ensuring a balance between fun, respect, and their unique dynamic on the Sleep Deprived Podcast.
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Mika: Hey, guys, I've been meaning to tell you something. So, you know how we often discuss our different backgrounds and where we're from?
Schlatt: Yeah, what's up, Mika?
Mika: Well, funny story... I'm actually Canadian.
Aztro: (laughs) Wait, really? Mika, you've been hiding that this whole time? How did we not know?
Apandah: (teasingly) Oh, Mika, you sly Canadian. You've been infiltrating our New Yorker circle all along.
Schlatt: (narrows his eyes) Hold on a second. Canadian? And you've been pretending to be one of us this whole time? I can't believe it!
Mika: Schlatt, it's not like that. I've always been a part of the podcast. Nationality doesn't change that.
Schlatt: (in an overly dramatic tone) Nationality, huh? You know, Mika, it's not easy for a proud New Yorker like me to accept this. We're talking about deep-rooted rivalry here.
Aztro: Schlatt, come on, don't take it too seriously. It's just a friendly podcast. Mika being Canadian doesn't change anything.
Schlatt: (leaning in) Oh, it doesn't change anything, huh? Well, let me remind you of something, Aztro. 9/11.
Aztro: (taken aback) Whoa, Schlatt, that's unnecessary. We're all friends here. Let's not bring up sensitive topics.
Mika: Guys, come on. We can have fun banter without crossing the line. Nationality shouldn't divide us.
Apandah: Yeah, Schlatt, let's not go down that road. We're here to have a good time, not dwell on past events.
Schlatt: (softens) You're right, guys. I got carried away. I'm sorry, Mika. It doesn't matter where you're from; you're still an important part of our podcast.
Mika: Thanks, Schlatt. I appreciate that. Let's move forward and focus on the laughs and good times, regardless of our nationalities.
And so, a tense moment arises as Mika accidentally reveals his Canadian identity, leading to Schlatt's unnecessary offense and the mention of a sensitive topic. However, the other hosts quickly intervene, reminding everyone of the importance of friendship and unity. They reconcile, emphasizing the podcast's purpose: to share laughter and create an inclusive and enjoyable environment for their listeners.
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Schlatt: Alright, boys, here's a question for you: Do you think we'll still be doing this podcast when we're old men?
Apandah: (laughs) Oh, Schlatt, can you imagine? A bunch of old dudes rambling on about the good old days? It would be hilarious.
Aztro: You know what, Apandah? I can totally picture it. We'll be sitting in our rocking chairs, reminiscing about the crazy conversations we had and how the internet has evolved.
Mika: It's an interesting thought. I mean, who knows what the future holds? Technology and platforms may change, but if there's still an audience that enjoys our banter, why not?
Schlatt: Absolutely, Mika. We'll be the wise, seasoned podcasters of our generation. Still bringing laughter and thought-provoking discussions, even with our old bones.
Apandah: (grinning) Can you imagine the kind of outrageous opinions we'll have as old men? We'll be the grandpas with hot takes, shaking our fists at the youngsters.
Aztro: And we'll have a whole new set of stories to share, experiences from our wild youth and the wisdom that comes with age. Our audience will be like, "Back in my day, we had the Sleep Deprived Podcast."
Schlatt: (chuckles) I can see it now. "The Sleep Deprived Podcast: The Golden Years Edition." We'll still be here, spreading chaos and laughter, keeping our audience entertained.
Mika: As long as we're still enjoying ourselves and bringing joy to others, age won't matter. We'll be the timeless voices of the podcasting world.
Apandah: And we'll have a whole new generation of fans who will appreciate our vintage charm.
Schlatt: Well, boys, it's settled then. We'll be the coolest old men in the podcasting universe. The Sleep Deprived Podcast will stand the test of time!
And so, the hosts of the Sleep Deprived Podcast contemplate the future and the possibility of continuing their podcast even in old age. With humor and enthusiasm, they envision themselves as seasoned podcasters, sharing stories, wisdom, and laughter with a whole new generation of listeners. The idea of "The Golden Years Edition" becomes a source of excitement and laughter as they embrace the possibility of a timeless podcasting legacy.
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Apandah: Alright, guys, brace yourselves for this one. I've got a controversial take that might ruffle some feathers.
Schlatt: (curious) Oh boy, here we go. Lay it on us, Apandah.
Aztro: (laughs) Alright, let's see what you've got this time. Hit us with your wildest opinion.
Apandah: Okay, hear me out. Cereal is the worst breakfast food ever invented.
Mika: (surprised) Wait, what? Cereal? But... but it's a classic! It's been a breakfast staple for decades.
Schlatt: (raises an eyebrow) Apandah, you might have gone too far this time. Cereal is beloved by so many people. It's quick, easy, and comes in so many delicious flavors.
Apandah: (grinning) I know, I know. But think about it, guys. It's just a bowl of sugar-filled, nutritionally empty, crunchy bits. We could have so many better options for a healthy start to the day.
Aztro: (chuckles) Okay, Apandah, I see where you're coming from. Cereal can be high in sugar, and we should definitely encourage healthier choices. But completely dismissing it as the worst? I don't know about that.
Schlatt: (nodding) I agree with Aztro. Cereal has its flaws, sure, but it also has its place. It's quick and convenient, especially for those busy mornings. Plus, who doesn't love a bowl of their favorite childhood cereal every now and then?
Mika: (smiling) I think we can find a middle ground here, guys. Cereal may not be the healthiest option, but it does bring nostalgia and comfort. It's all about balance and moderation, as with everything.
Apandah: (grinning mischievously) Alright, alright, you got me. Maybe I went a bit overboard with that one. Cereal isn't the absolute worst, but I still stand by my point that we could use some healthier breakfast alternatives.
Schlatt: (laughs) Fair enough, Apandah. We'll keep that in mind. But let's not forget the joy that a good bowl of cereal can bring, even if it's not the most nutritious choice.
And so, Apandah's controversial take on cereal sparks a moment of disagreement, even among Schlatt and Aztro. However, they eventually find common ground, acknowledging the flaws of cereal while appreciating its nostalgic appeal and convenience. They reach a compromise, emphasizing the importance of balance and exploring healthier breakfast options. Laughter fills the air as they move on to lighter topics, leaving the cereal controversy behind.
---BONUS---
Schlatt: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a special night for the Sleep Deprived Podcast. We have a very distinguished guest joining us: Dr. Anthony Fauci!
Aztro: (excitedly) Oh wow, this is huge! Dr. Fauci, welcome to the Sleep Deprived Podcast. We're honored to have you here.
Dr. Fauci: Thank you for having me, gentlemen. It's a pleasure to be on your show.
Mika: Dr. Fauci, your work during the COVID-19 pandemic has been instrumental in guiding public health measures. How do you feel about the impact you've had on the world?
Dr. Fauci: Well, Mika, it's been a challenging journey, but I'm humbled to have played a role in providing scientific guidance and promoting public health. It's truly a team effort, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to make a difference.
Apandah: Dr. Fauci, you've faced criticism and even threats throughout the pandemic. How do you stay motivated and focused despite the challenges?
Dr. Fauci: Apandah, it's essential to stay focused on the science and the goal of protecting public health. While criticism is inevitable, my motivation comes from the knowledge that my work can help save lives. It's a responsibility I take seriously.
Schlatt: Dr. Fauci, there have been various conspiracy theories and misinformation circulating during the pandemic. How do you handle such misinformation and communicate effectively with the public?
Dr. Fauci: Schlatt, combating misinformation is a constant challenge. I believe in transparent and clear communication based on scientific evidence. It's crucial to address misinformation promptly and provide accurate information to the public to empower them to make informed decisions.
Aztro: Dr. Fauci, as we move forward and strive to recover from the pandemic, what lessons have we learned, and how can we be better prepared for future health crises?
Dr. Fauci: Aztro, one of the most important lessons is the necessity of a robust and coordinated global response to emerging health threats. We must strengthen public health infrastructure, invest in research and development, and promote collaboration and cooperation among nations to ensure we are better prepared for future challenges.
Mika: Dr. Fauci, before we wrap up, is there any message you'd like to share with our audience?
Dr. Fauci: Absolutely, Mika. I want to emphasize the importance of following trusted scientific guidance, getting vaccinated, and continuing to practice public health measures. We're not out of the woods yet, but together, we can overcome this pandemic and build a healthier, safer future.
Schlatt: Dr. Fauci, thank you so much for joining us today and sharing your insights. Your dedication to public health is truly inspiring.
Dr. Fauci: Thank you, Schlatt. It's been a pleasure being here with you all. Keep up the great work on the Sleep Deprived Podcast, and let's continue working towards a healthier world.
As the interview with Dr. Fauci comes to an end, the hosts of the Sleep Deprived Podcast express their gratitude for his valuable insights and dedication to public health. The conversation serves as an opportunity to address important pandemic-related topics and promote the importance of following trusted scientific guidance. The interview concludes on a positive note, leaving the audience inspired and motivated to navigate the ongoing challenges with resilience and unity.

I (21f) have fraternal twins (6m, 6f). It was a crazy journey/story and I want to share it. I used to want to make a YouTube channel but I'm glad I didn't because I don't want to exploit my kids and I want to protect their privacy. Not making one also allowed me to pursue further goals for myself and I just finished my Bachelor's degree in Psychology with Magna Cum Laude. I'm in the process of applying to graduate school now! My kids are my life and although I do NOT support/condone teen pregnancy + I am pro-choice + my early pregnancy gave me a ton of issues, I can't imagine life without my kids because they're the future. It's so cool to watch them grow. I love being a mom!!

So I posted on here awhile ago about selling my jeep for a crosstrek and decided that the 2023 sport model was the best option for me (especially because it comes in cool khaki gray). Welll I can’t find any for sale near me and buying new is basically the same price so should I just go with the 2024? Should I wait for the wilderness to drop? I’m not a huge fan of the cladding or the big ass touch screen lol help

I bought my first pickup truck recently, a 2020 Ford F-150 4WD. Towing my travel trailer with weight distribution has some annoying jiggle, jounce and such, especially on our crap roads. I’m not experiencing any real sway, so the hitch is doing its job. Lots of people suggest getting air bag suspension enhancement. I don’t know who should install it. I see that some of the kits say install time of 1.5 hours or 3 hours (which means 8 hours to me, if I do it). I’m an ok mechanic on bicycles and travel trailers, but rarely work on cars. (I did my own suspension lift installation on my travel trailer.) If I got an Air Lift Load Lifter 5000 kit, should I do a self-install, or should I take it to a shop? An if I go to a shop, will they only install their own exotic brand that’s a zillion dollars?

Warning: lot to write and get off my chest; no therapist or counselor. Sorry in advance and thanks for reading.
Im posting from a throwaway account but i have been a long time lurker of this sub. I have a lot of respect for you gentlemen coming forward on your personal accounts with your experiences. I can relate to a lot of you so i felt i could come here and post as well because I am not in a good state of mind and hope someone might understand also. Trying to be tough as most men my age try to be (35). I hate to cry but I really feel like it right now. I think internally I am but dont have it in me to let it out. I'm really stressed out for a lot of reasons and I have no friends or outlets.
I am the most successful loser. Got a good job that makes about 95k a year. I have a loving wife and an awesome 9 yr old son. They make me happy and life worth living but without them I would probably quit life.
We recently moved cross country about 9 months ago and relocated from Oregon to New York. It was my wife's idea. In oregon she was very unhappy. She is black (I'm hispanic/white) and she felt targeted a lot. It wasn't unwarranted feeling the way she did. She had a few really shitty experiences in Portland, of all places, and they prompted her to find a more inclusive environment to live that was affordable. My son was not immune to those issues either who is not exactly special needs but is on the spectrum and has adhd.
When my wife told me she wanted to leave Oregon and go to New York I fought it hard. My parents lived in Oregon but that relationship between my wife and parents has forever been strained. To put it lightly, they hate each other. But because i have only my parents and no friends I didn't want to leave. Her happiness and depression really started to take a toll though. She wouldn't leave the house, take my son outside to play, wouldnt get a job, help keep the house clean, keep herself clean. She just was this empty person trying to play house wife. It was really difficult. So after a couple years of fighting it out I caved because she became soo unhealthy and I just wanted her to be happy. At the right moment an opporunity came up with my job for us to move to the city in new york we were looking at and i immediately jumped on it. But now I feel like the roles have switched. I fucking hate it here.
The city we moved to just sucks. It's a lot of petty shit why I don't like it but I'm not happy here because it's not conducive to our lifestyle. While the neighborhoods are cool the people in them are just... shitty. We live in a really nice neighborhood, very sought after, but the neighborly attitudes here are very fake. The reason I'm posting this (what pushed me over the edge i guess) is because I just pissed off my neighbor. It wasn't intentional. My son and I had a water balloon fight and he got mad we left some of the broken balloons in his front yard. I meant to pick them up last night I just forgot. He got mad because he picked them up himself. It just seemed petty when this guy is in his backyard sawing wood at 9 o clock at night or texting me at inconvenient times to move my car so he can get to his trailer. Just to clarify, his trailer is in the driveway that he made an agreement with the owner we rent from. Guy even asked me to watch his kids one day so he could go help his friend with something. Never have I treated this person with disrespect and always stepped up to the neighborly plate to bat a Home run but I'm the dick. The wives are friends too, sort of, but I just don't know. Its just fake. Aside the fakeness I do plan to go over and apologize again and bring a peace offering. I just don't know what. At the same time I'm very "fuck you, I know your game. Your suit and smile can't hide the truth." Probably a petty way to think but feeling nhiilistically cute about it. Reading what I just wrote about how I feel it just seems immature and childish. Thinking about it from his perspective I do get it. I understand his grievance. But it wasn't intentional. I just don't feel like going out of my way to do any more favors. Might be why I can't make any friends.
I have no friends to speak of right now. Most are dead, I have lost contact with, or have parted ways due to differences. I'm alone. And naturally I miss the ones I had. There are 2 In particular i wish i could talk to right now. Both died in a car wreck. Seperate car wrecks different years. Their loss was and still is very difficult for me. I think about them all the time. We would always check up on each other. Most of my closest friends are dead and at 35 I have no more left to lose. My close friends who are still alive aren't really, all there. I call them from time to time to check up on them but they don't call me to check up on me. I dont know if that's just life getting in the way but it feels one sided. Now that I live in New York, I don't know if it's in my head or if my west coast personality getsbin the way but my personality does not jive well here. I grew up surfing and skating and find myself calling people kooks under my breath soo often. Tried finding friends playing hockey but it hasn't quite panned out over 2 seasons thus far. Really trying to make friends here but I just can't to save my life. I'm an introvert, so that doesn't help. Socially awkward at times. The punk scene here sucks hard dick and bubblegum so I have no outlet to go to punk shows and hope to meet people. Been to the skate park, it is better than nothing but its not that good. Obviiusly no surfing here, too far inland. It just sucks.
My job, as great as it has been to me, helping me move to new york, is an endless amount of failures. Every day is a struggle to meet the objectives given to me and usually they are the same objectives but it plays out differently every day based on volume. I'm in management and it is soo difficult to meet those objectives. I manage a good 80 people all with different personalities and work ethics. It's like herding cats and I hate it. I've been told on numerous occasions im a good boss from my supervisors and crew but I'm not necessarily loved. Recently was just written up by my immediate boss for not adhering to instructions and failure to notify. A situation from 3 months ago that occurred while I was on vacation during my regular scheduled day off that my supervisor failed to notify me on. I found out from our maintenance department after the fact, not from my supervisors, what had happened and i notified my superiors. I was held accountable because even though I was on vacation, the responsibility fell on me and therefore my supervisors failure was my failure. Pretty shitty. But Corporate rules. My supervisor can't be held accountable either because they claim they notified me and called me on my personal phone, so says my immediate boss. When I proved to my boss I received no call from my supervisor by showing printed out phone records, showed my time keeping records that they input for my vacation, I was told it didn't matter. "I could have deleted the phone records from my phone". My job truly sucks. There is no winning. Only extreme ownership that could potentially cost you your job. Kind of wild to think about.
We can't buy a house right now. I know I'm not the only one in this boat but I'm feeling it especially hard because I owned a home in Oregon but sold it to move to New York. Inflation, the move, and other miscellaneous expenses have eaten away our savings and what little we got from the sale of our home. The value of the home went up when we bought it but we spent an arm and a leg fixing it before we sold it. We made money, just wasnt a lot or what we hoped for. We didn't intend to sell either it's just the timing really screwed us with trying to move here. In hindsight we should have waited a little longer to move. We might have been in a better position.
I miss my parents. Besides my wife and son they were all I had left. I cannot understate how moving to New York created a hole in me being so far away from them. It sucks. I talk to them once a week.
I try to focus on the good things. My wife and son are happy. They have friends, are less stressed, don't feel targeted and are comfortable. My wife just got a job and is working on losing weight. My son is doing wonderful in school. Way better than he did in Oregon because New York Schools are amazing. I guess that's all that matters. I would give up anything for them.
And this is my struggle right now. Trying to keep that PMA. But I'm not happy and I can't hide it right now. I've been grumpy for a while now. I thought spring would change that because the sun was coming out but that may have just made it worse.
I'm angry and bummed. I'm tired and stressed. I feel I need a vacation from everyone and everything. I just want a friend to talk to, my friend. And I want to cry but I'm stopping myself because I have to Man up because there is no other option.

SHE SAID NO!!!!!! OMFGGGG. I literally cancelled therapy today because last time I felt like my breath made the room a bit muggy (not smell bad but if I talk a lot for an hour sometimes the air gets a bit heavy tmi lol gross)
Lord please deliver us