tried to walk thru steam coming out of a manhole. (thought it was condensation, no, no it was not) there was a busker nearby, doing a bit of musical comedy and after it turned out i was okayish they wrote a new song right then called “steam is hot?” it was pretty funny.

This is straight up looney tunes cartoon timing.

Yeah your injuries are way more horrific than mine.

What are the dumbest injuries y’all have ever gotten? Mine was pretty recent.

I cut myself because I was using my hand as a chopping board. Like, I held a piece of bread in my hand, then used my brand new bread knife to slice through the bread, and my hand in 1 swift motion.

Good to know that the bread knife works well though. And I do suppose that shedding your blood onto the body of christ (baguette) has to have some sort of symbolic implications. I even have the stigmata now (4 gashes from the serrated edges).

Clap for me please. I accomplished nothing of value today despite my best efforts.

The time I spent working and commuting today was 13 hours. And I have nothing to show for it except failure.

I’m beginning to understand why people just pump shit out with LLMs instead. I mean, my supervisor complimented me because it was clear I didn’t use AI tools. But is it worth it? I don’t feel like it these days. I’d rather spend my time wandering around.

I did find this really cool part of the woods near my house though.

The problem is that I legit probably can’t. I’ll have to submit some trash pretty much. My supervisor hasn’t even built the device I’m supposed to test and put the results of in my report. I’ll just take the L and graduate with a lower score.

Me seeing this comment in my inbox: ayo what?

I found out by pure accident that my research paper is due in 4 days and not 3 weeks as I had previously thought. I ain’t just cooked. I was breaded, deep fried and dipped in ketchup. I straight up feel like giving up lmao. Who gives a shit I swear to God I don’t want to be a researcher.

It’s pride month, and yet, I don’t feel very gay …

There’s something deeply romantic about living in a box hoisted up in the air next to hundreds of other people. It’s like, I’m in some kind of matrix.

People are blowing up fireworks. Somebody’s car or fire alarm is ringing like crazy. I can hear the trains go by every few minutes. There’s a weird burning smell (either plastic or toast, I can’t tell).

Yeah it’s open windows time.

I can’t believe I made such a big deal about getting an injection

The whole process finished in like 2 minutes. Although I think part of why I didn’t get so worked up today was cause I got annoyed by removing all the air in the syringe. Hate truly is a powerful and useful emotion.

if you’re monitoring your levels and have a medical team

I can assure you that I do not have a medical team. I signed up for one, but there is a long waiting list.

Maybe you have a trusted friend you can do your injections with?

No, I don’t even have a trusted family member to ask. I have a few acquaintances at uni, but that’s about it. Half of them however are more likely to report me to the gestapo if that existed here.

You can do this, a thousand generations of trans femmes are all behind you and rooting for you

Tomorrow is the day. The big test. I do well on tests. Shouldn’t be a problem.

Can anyone else help you?

No. I am completely alone pretty much all the time.

the more you play into the memtal block the stronger it’s going to get

This is my biggest fear. If I don’t do the injection tommorow, I fear that I will never be able to inject myself again.

Or, yeah, switch to sublingual or patches

How effective are these methods? The reason I went with injections is cause they are the cheapest and most effective (as I have been told). I’ll also have to check the availability of such sources. But I can try. Better than giving up.

You should be able to buy ametop or EMLA at a pharmacy

I like your magic words science girl

Jokes aside, I’ll check what that stuff is

But is it the pain that’s making you stop? Or just the idea of a needle at all?

The idea of a needle. Like, I’ve felt much greater pain and had much larger cuts all the time compared to needles. But needles just really give me the ick. It’s really manageable when my mental state is good. But when my mental state is not so good, I have a lot of trouble. I’ve even fainted onto the floor after injecting myself with E once. That isn’t too surprising to me, since I faint or get lightheaded every time when my blood is drawn (so does my dad).

And when my mental state is really bad, I can’t even bring myself to push the needle in.

I’m on subq right now and I don’t know if it’s because I’m off my year long ultra caffeine addiction or stress or what, but recently my head and my nerves feel all out of wack.

Injection nervousness is really hitting me hard. I’ve taken injections so many times. I don’t know what happened for me to start freaking out today. If this is a problem tomorrow, I’ll be really behind my schedule.

At this point the only thing I can think of is trying to find some oral E (I wonder if I cam get it at the same place as oral B). But in 1 day? Might be tough. I don’t even know of a place right away that will give me anything (especially without a prescription).

Probably the only short term fix I have for this problem is to buy some numbing gel.

I didn’t

It’s a metaphor for how I am completely loosing my mind and my confidence.

I’ll do the thing. I just need time.

I don’t want to inject myself. I’m squeamish.

How the hell do I feel motivated to do anything when I can’t make any progress on my tasks? I hate software shit. 90% of the time you feel like you are getting nowhere.

You haven’t purchased enough queer-themed merchandise. My sister in consumerism, the corporations need you.