700 AM: I didn’t even get out of bed. I didn’t take the pill until 9 which is sooo going to screw with my sleep patterns now. Fuck me.
Guys I was so freaking close to my own personal Friday the 13th. But alas, today is Thursday, the 13th day of medication and I am sad.
You know what’s weird? When people talk about how their skin is combination or normal or oily or dry, but no one ever clarifies what combination is. How can this combination skin cleanser be good for me if you don’t know my combination? I always thought that combination meant normal/dry. I used to say I had oily skin, but as of maybe last year I think I have combination oily/dry skin. My mom has normal/dry. I asked. Like, my skin on my cheeks will be dry and flaky as hell if I don’t take care of them, but the rest of my face will act like I rubbed bacon on my skin. WTF why is skin so weird?
I don’t have anything to do but I got up and put on makeup anyway. And, I mean, clothes. Like I usually put jeans on and don’t change out of my sleep shirt unless I am actually going somewhere, but this time I got real fully dressed, and put on makeup. Not that me putting on makeup is some massive deal because I don’t typically do more than a tinted moisturizer/bb cream, mascara, and eyeshadow that matches my clothes. I do have foundation, and primer, and a full stock of makeup, but I don’t like how long it takes to put it on so for my “normal” days I pick things that claim to be 10 in 1 items like BB creams. Plus, I have sensitive skin and most of the time I just want to even it out, not make it look perfect.
My F key isn’t working right. Most of the time I have to hit it 3+ times to get the letter F. I couldn’t see anything underneath it making it stick or not depress, so I did the magic air spray stuff? And that didn’t work so I just popped the key off altogether and there’s nothing there! It looks just like all the other keys. It’s not special, it’s not broken, but it sure is acting like it is.
Every time I eat I feel really nauseated afterward. Sometimes when I drink too. And I can’t lose anymore weight and that was supposed to be my secret blessing in disguise of medication. It makes me really sad and frustrated and a little angry that my stomach is rejecting any kind of sustenance, but it also won’t let me lose weight like a normal person who eats less when they are nauseated. Like, screw you stomach. I think it might have to do with my years of Gastritis misdiagnoses and fuck-ups before finally getting a hang of it. That was a mess.
I have nothing else to say so maybe I will post again once this day takes off more. But probably not. Maybe I’ll just talk about something else.