wordtype processing.
Apr. 29th, 2020 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafaerytook me allllllll day to fill out the new unemployment form from the state of oregon. which i'm certain portions of were done incorrectly because the questions made no sense. the grammar and spelling errors were rampant so i think they just didn't realize how poorly worded some of these questions were. i know they are trying but jeez.
butt hurts from sitting in the office chair all day.
i should try to do some physical activity but so exhausted, all i want to do is lie on the couch and watch asmr and eat cheese or something crunchy.
was considering trying to do more public journal entries but i don't think i can muster the effort to make them surfacy enough for public consumption and also written nicely enough to be pleasant to read. i just want to get my thoughts out, which are constantly in flux anyway, it's just processing through typing, not actually recording thoughts or "writing" in any sort of creative way. it's just a kind of self-therapy. some people verbally process. i do so in type.
might make this one public anyway, it's surfacy but not pretty. just so drained. trying to stay in the moment and focus on gratitude. the brightness of biting into a fresh apple. the deep bliss of silky chocolate dissolving on my tongue. the birds and fading daylight. my stretchy legwarmers and soft, worn house-hoodie, worn on a basically-daily basis, as every day is a day off, now.
butt hurts from sitting in the office chair all day.
i should try to do some physical activity but so exhausted, all i want to do is lie on the couch and watch asmr and eat cheese or something crunchy.
was considering trying to do more public journal entries but i don't think i can muster the effort to make them surfacy enough for public consumption and also written nicely enough to be pleasant to read. i just want to get my thoughts out, which are constantly in flux anyway, it's just processing through typing, not actually recording thoughts or "writing" in any sort of creative way. it's just a kind of self-therapy. some people verbally process. i do so in type.
might make this one public anyway, it's surfacy but not pretty. just so drained. trying to stay in the moment and focus on gratitude. the brightness of biting into a fresh apple. the deep bliss of silky chocolate dissolving on my tongue. the birds and fading daylight. my stretchy legwarmers and soft, worn house-hoodie, worn on a basically-daily basis, as every day is a day off, now.
