Aleusha

@markeronmyhands.bsky.social

Idek. I like bugs, books, and water. I write unpublished novels. Often sick. Black Lives Matter.

Favorite horror movie for every year of the 1990s: 1990 The Exorcist III 1991 The Silence Of The Lambs 1992 Candyman 1993 Army Of Darkness 1994 In The Mouth Of Madness 1995 The Prophecy 1996 Hellraiser IV: Bloodline 1997 Event Horizon 1998 Ringu 1999 The Ninth Gate #NowWatching

Struggle day. Well, struggle week. ...struggle month, I guess... ... Struggle life. I just really really want to feel better. Sometimes I have a good attitude, but today I'm crying. *Eats too much* *Sleeps all day* *Gets out a bottle of pity wine*

Woke up at 3:30am and can't go back to sleep for all the to do items on my mind. I am in over my head as usual. Going to try to organize a list so I can get the chaos out of my head. Taking the weekend to recharge was great. But now. I hope I don't fuck things up.

A rather large glass of wine downed. An interesting movie watched. Family cuddle time on the couch. A late lunch. Feeling much more refreshed, but still very tired. Trying to nap but fighting the energy drink I had. I should read until I'm sleepy.

Very emotional long day yesterday with the family. Crashes and breakdowns all around upon returning home late, complete with an ER psych visit (not for me). Today, I will rest and read and possibly drink too much wine. And that is literally it. I'm exhausted.

Yesterday took so much out of me just being out and about that I've hardly been able to be up today. Not unexpected but still frustrating. Idk what else to say. Feeling kinda down. Chronic illness sucks.

Anxious this morning. Hubby got us tickets to see the Odyssey. I don't go out a lot and I've been up and down this week, and I'm just really dreading what should be an exciting outing. I just want quiet today. I'm not sure I can really skip it though.

Paul Atreides doth go to a Frensshe bakerye to picke up breade. Upon arriving at the Frensshe bakerye, Paul Atreides doth fynde that the Frensshe bakeres have lefte a box for hym. Paul Atreides asketh: "What ys yn the box?" And the Frensshe bakeres responde: "Pain."