Tornadic Thoughts
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Hungover...like a mofo...and I don't even drink. Moody is an understatement. A whole lot of self-care will be packed into this day, for sure.
Energy hangover from having 150ish people next door last night with live music, unexpected fireworks making me duck and cover, lots of alcohol, the pending unexpected visits throughout the whole scene, the synthetic smells that accompanied a few visitors, the smell of dead flesh being grilled throughout the day and evening, and then discovering the smell of a potential electrical short in the ceiling fan of the kitchen.
Can you say overstimulated? That was after a whole week of having to be on top of my game in taking care of many more things than I really wanted to. Good thing I'm not festive and decided to join them or we may have had an electrical fire. Nice save thanks to my need for peace and quiet. Glad that shit only happens on a rare occasion.
Now to deal with the rest of today's neighborhood aromas randomly blowing through my personal spaces from those choosing to "celebrate" this helliday by paying others to slit some throats for them so they can char up even more dead flesh while smothering it in various animal bodily secretions and calling it gourmet shit. Grrrr...the so called fun and disconnect never ends here in Big Ag-ville.
Typing this as I hear the heart wrenching cries of mama cows at the dairy farm off in the distance as their babies are being snatched away after they were forcibly impregnated to even have them in the first place. Over and over and over until they're rendered useless. A double whammy, and then some. As a female species and survivor of multiple similar forms of abuse, that really pisses me off. Yet it's still viewed and taught as "natural" and "necessary". Beam me up, Scottie.
Energy hangover from having 150ish people next door last night with live music, unexpected fireworks making me duck and cover, lots of alcohol, the pending unexpected visits throughout the whole scene, the synthetic smells that accompanied a few visitors, the smell of dead flesh being grilled throughout the day and evening, and then discovering the smell of a potential electrical short in the ceiling fan of the kitchen.
Can you say overstimulated? That was after a whole week of having to be on top of my game in taking care of many more things than I really wanted to. Good thing I'm not festive and decided to join them or we may have had an electrical fire. Nice save thanks to my need for peace and quiet. Glad that shit only happens on a rare occasion.
Now to deal with the rest of today's neighborhood aromas randomly blowing through my personal spaces from those choosing to "celebrate" this helliday by paying others to slit some throats for them so they can char up even more dead flesh while smothering it in various animal bodily secretions and calling it gourmet shit. Grrrr...the so called fun and disconnect never ends here in Big Ag-ville.
Typing this as I hear the heart wrenching cries of mama cows at the dairy farm off in the distance as their babies are being snatched away after they were forcibly impregnated to even have them in the first place. Over and over and over until they're rendered useless. A double whammy, and then some. As a female species and survivor of multiple similar forms of abuse, that really pisses me off. Yet it's still viewed and taught as "natural" and "necessary". Beam me up, Scottie.
