Note: when Q resurfaces, we will grab the posts wherever they may be
https://qmap.pub/
I do NOT understand this particular ‘note’. I’m still wonder who or what is this Qanon phenom and why did it start. The site looks like a WP theme.
I haven’t change my WP theme in a while or checked out any new WP them since my personal blog is personal and mostly rants, which really shouldn’t be publicized.
Anyway, I pooped a HUGE dump which filled the toilet. I think that forms are popcorn with butter. Yummy.
Work is normal as I’m scanning and archiving old pieces of papers.
I still feel hypertensive. Since yesterday’s consumption of the chamomile tea, my heart or pulse has been quieted. I do NOT know if that is due to weaning away from double to four doses of daily coffee.
Now I feel sleepy but I’m still an insomniac and this is probably due to watching late night YouTube videos. I do NOT know.
All I know is that I’m feel achy while lying down on my back and then on my sides. My old injuries – both rotor cuffs makes sleeping difficult. I try NOT to take pain killers.
I feel that my liver and kidneys are achy. All I could do is take or rather get rid of whatever supplements we have remaining it home.
The sunshine is bright to my right as wide opened window allows for fresh air and cool winds and as the three parakeets are soaking in the warmth of the sunshine.
We could see crispy clear blue skies spotted with wispy clouds. The energy feels relaxing. I feel relaxed because I’m tried from my sleeping pattern being messed up.
I still have to clean up and thin out stuff at home. This Saturday I will unload some of Mom’s old alcohol prep pads and other unopened medical stuff.
The boy visited during lunch today. He half of my five-egged scrambled dish and steamed burritos made outta beans and cheese, and Dad’s canned soup and steamed veggies.
I wanna lie down but we’ll be eating dinner at 1900pm. This allows time to digest and wind down some more. I need a knock out pill or something.
It’s gotta be my undiagnosed cray-cray anxiety, panic, or social attacks. I am no longer capable of handling stress with annoying humanz and emails, which go unanswered. Oops. My bad!
Sincerely,
Evil Kitty
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