My own noises are Normal and Fine

Everyone else’s noises are Evil and Mean

Same with my mother and me and twin being autistic. It sucks ass.

Oh I don’t feel bad! Back in the 90s here and where I grew up it was jumping. Tons of kids. It’s just not lately!

Had one child for Halloween. Which is one more than average!

I’ll eat the rest of the mini snickers.

I also did not make the pumpkin shaped cake. The pumpkin shaped bundt pan had silverfish so I had to scrub it. It’s fiiiine. I’ll make it tomorrow after we buy more edibles.

I played Black Desert for a time.

First problem was I couldn’t buy it. My bank refused to let me buy it. I had to go in, say yes that is my attempt, then they preapproved a third attempt. I did tell them to block it after that though, so no microtransactions.

Second, wow classes were like locked to a single sex which is weird. But oh well.

Then very very grindy.

But! Heeey absolutely beautiful even on my old shit computer. Loved that. Also loved exploring!

Everything happens in the morning so I can collapse afterwards for a nap!

This is why we have two sets and I have a day just for doing the sheets. Sheets off, pillows off, into washing machine, grab the clean sheets from the pile. Sheets do not get folded, that’s a nightmare. There’s just a pile of clean clothes. And the sheets. There’s also like fifty pillow covers they just accumulated somehow.

For board games, Betrayal at House on the Hill is a good one! Maybe also the Fury of Dracula board game.

Someone did not put away the bathtub stopper so the cat ran off with it.

The cat is going through a nervous phase. We’re trying to make sure she knows she’s safe. Hoping it’s just temporary.

Very tired. Distressed about everything.

I don’t really name the soups. They’re usually chicken potato soup as a base, then “whatever I threw in there”. Sometimes it’s tomato paste as the base flavor though.

Good to apologize. I’ve shown my mother proof after proof of things and nope, musn’t have happened, she’d have remembered!

It’s so infuriating.

It’s choring day today. But I’m still in bed because the first chore is strip the bed and wash sheets.

I want to make a list but it always squnches it down to a paragraph so I’ll just do that instead

Strip bed, sheets and anything else into the wash. Start wash. Husband is probably out of bed, so fully wash his cpap machine including hose. Find the second set of sheets and make the bed. Go fill cat food. Start the scrubbing and refilling of water for the cats. The single cat has like three bowls, one an electric fountain. Change laundry over to dryer. Think about doing another non planned chore, instead take a nap.

I get mad at jump scares. Like, how dare you (the thing doing the jump scare), how fucking dare you do that. So rude! Brains are a silly place.

Apple butter is great. I really need to can another batch to give out for the holidays!

Like a week ago! But it’s usually busy.

I hate it. Hate how the body does not GO

Yep! Most don’t really have much population, but very much still have a number that exist!

How do I get this distraction free environment with the textbooks? I got a bunch for college and everywhere was still stuffed to the gills with distractions!

I think maybe my own brain is made of distractions…

Yet more medical appointments done. Every single Tuesday in November has something though, ugh.

Going to a craft fair tomorrow. Tis the fucking season. Fun fun.

Not weird at all! It would be a good poster!