I'm so annoyed that I'm still symptomatic and testing positive. All I want in the entire world right now is to go to Menards and get a bunch of 2x4s to start working on a built in workbench out in the garage, but I can't. And I hate it.

I'm finally realizing (more than a week in) that the reason I can't keep up at work isn't just that I was out for a week. I also have brain fog.

Woke up symptom free! Hurray!

I'm stuck in decision paralasis. I took a whole week off around my birthday this fall but I can't decide on a place to go.

Honestly this description of plywood is goals

Driving down my street saying "ew, gross" every time I pass a T***p sign or flag.

This dog is enormous

New role at work is coinciding with me trying to unmask a little, which is great timing (also stressful) because I think the biggest masking I do is avoiding asking questions at all costs, and I literally know nothing about this new role.

I've had to start dog-earing pages and underlining sentences in Unmasking Autism because I literally cannot believe how 1:1 some of these experiences are to my own experiences.

In a classic Alex "it sounds worse than it is" I nicked my finger on the miter saw this evening. At the er now. So far they think no tendon damage. Definitely needs stitches though.

You'd never know how gnarly it actually is

I legally changed my name three years ago. Being bombarded by emails from the Kamala Harris campaign this week addressing me by my deadname is not a good look.

10hr work day. I'm tired.

ngl sometimes I feel like I'm the only one on StoryGraph and maybe I should go back to Goodreads

Today is a year since I said goodbye to Mags. I still think of her almost every day. She really was a soul mate dog.

Artie has officially handed off the title of "the weird one" 😂

Only dogs

Broke my own self-imposed bladed electric power tool rule yesterday but karma had me covered. The bench saw made a couple of cuts before giving up the ghost. RIP little buddy.