Ad Choad

@adchoad.bsky.social

MHP // fat dude // disabled // lapsed Southerner // currently in ✶✶✶✶ // gay as all get-out // you better f'n believe I support trans folks

"You know that feeling when you wake up from a nap on a hot summer day and your bones feel rubbery and your skin itches, but from the inside out? It's like that, but yellow." - Me jokingly trying to explain what it feels like to quit a psych med cold turkey because your pharmacy fucked up.

Randomly thinking about that person online who thought the Hot Chip lyric was, "And blow a quart of love in your frame, And watch things drop down." I hope he's doing well.

I can already tell it's going to be one of those days. I have a lot to do, little to no possible help, and Counting Crows battling Hootie in my brain for earworm supremacy.

Daft Punk's "Teachers," but it's the contents of our medicine cabinet. Ibuprofen Atorvastatin Wellbutrin Adderall Losartan Gabapentin in the 'ouse, yeah Imodium is in the 'ouse

I don't know who decides these things but it's National Mental Health Provider Appreciation Day. It's time to thank your therapist for calling you out on your bullshit (or tactfully not calling you out, depending on what you need).

Having a full caseload of clients means that my pre-vacation task list has grown exponentially. But I guess that's what happens when you are "the planner."