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Hey all, I’m looking for a good protein alternate to egg whites. I hired a personal trainer a few months ago who instructed me to buy egg whites to eat for the protein content.
Well, the price of egg whites has skyrocketed and I can’t afford it anymore. Nearly $7 for a 32 oz carton.
Any suggestions for alternates? I was just going to do chicken.

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hey, it's me again, been awhile but I'm back with another post.
Me and my boyfriend have been dating for awhile now and I really love him, and I want to propose to him but I have a few concerns. First off humans don't live nearly as long as kitsune, and to be honest I do worry about our future together due to that. Second is his parents, well his parents are kind I still don't think they really care for kitsune culture much. On the topic of parents, mine are a problem as well, they don't know I'm dating a human and both of them aren't fans of humans.
Not to mention that I don't really know how I should propose so any advise on that would also be appreciated

(This whole story is unnecessary, I just want to share it for some reason. You will probably be better off reading the TLDR below) Today, I was listening to music, System of a Down, when I released I couldn't think of a single metal band with a woman in it, so I looked up all-female metal bands and tried "Band-Maid" since I liked the name. For whatever reason, despite the fact that I don't know what the hell they're saying (It's a Japanese band), a song of theirs made me feel... Hopeful, I guess. Like maybe after this break from school I can reinvent myself- like maybe I could make friends, talk to people, hell, maybe find a girl/boyfriend. Maybe I could be that person I always imagine myself as in the future when I'm rich and successful. The charm and wit of a god-blessed snake-oil salesman. So, I looked on the internet for articles and such on becoming more confident and liking yourself more, and nearly all of them had something like "Embrace your strengths". You know, that same old song your teachers pretended to believe in pre-school. "Everyone is special". The thing is, as the title says, I can't think of one single thing I am good at. Hell, I can only think of one thing that I'm not bad at, being writing, but I sure as hell ain't good. I mean, just look at this mess of a mega-paragraph. I don't even know what I want from you. I guess I'm just hoping one of you has some words of wisdom that will set my life on the right track. Make it so I can make myself happy again. That maybe this will be the call to action that will send me on an exciting journey through life, or at least the climax that'll help me get to the end calm enough. Sorry for the incoherent rambling. I'm sure you have better things to do than read through my dramatic bullshit. And sorry if I didn't give enough context for you to understand what I am talking about. I am not in the mental state to re-read/re-write this.
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TLDR: How do I become... normal, I guess.

I'm looking for someone to date or maybe seek a relationship, it depends on how we feel about each other. I am greysexual, and I hope we can communicate if you are uncomfortable about any attraction. I am open to receiving DMs and I hope that we can meet in a public place.

• Single/Taken/Complicated: Single
• Seeking Relationship/Friends/Squish/Other: Seeking Relationship
• Romantic Orientation: panromantic
• Gender: cisgender woman
• Pronouns: She/Hers
• Age: 23
• Height/Build: 5'7'' (my fellow coworkers tell me i'm taller, but eh) 195 pounds
• Physical Description: Chubby and I have thick thigh which get *ahem* comments about it, but I guess I usually try to ignore it. Southwest Native American, long dark brown hair, and I usually wear darker clothing but sometimes i wear jeans and tshirts. I do exercise, but because I have pcos, it's really hard for me to lose weight. I really like to go jogging, and I usually take my dog.
• Personality Description: I'm usually quiet and awkward at first, it's usually because i'm
• not sure how comfortable the person is with me. Otherwise im loud, and I like to talk about anime, and manga. I play a lot of video games like apex legends, rust, all fallout games, and many others. If we are comfortable together then I lean towards an outgoing personality, and I also smile a lot.
• Location: Near Kansas city, KS

Zodiac: Taurus
No smoking/occasional drink
Hobbies: I play video games a lot, but I also like to bake and learn how to decorate cakes. I enjoy playing instruments and used to play the violin a lot. My mother introduced me to the beading loom, and it really makes me stay occupied and away from the computer. I would also really like to explore places, but I am usually afraid to do it by myself (come with me!!!) I like to write poems or lyrics into my phone and sometimes I like to imagine I'm in a rock/metal band.
Pets: I love dogs! I have two dogs right now and they have been with me since childhood. Cats are cute, and I would love to meet a cuddly cat. I'm fine with any pet, and I think it is nice to know what other people are interested in and care for.
Education: I currently enrolled in a community college, and I take two or three classes to slowly build my undergraduate degree. I think I'm leaning towards a healthcare profession, and I hope to maybe explore more from volunteering.
Religion: I'm fine with anyone, but I have a background with LDS or Mormons. I sometimes attend with my parents because I don't want them to be alone.
Manga/Anime: I'm really excited over the new JOJO part 9! Dumb prefect is also a good one I currently follow. I have read death note, land of the lustrous, all jojo parts, some junji ito, and much more!

Is the dollar bill really losing its value and will plummet in the near future? My friends are telling me to invest my money into things like land and or precious metals for the reason that I just asked.

It was a cold winter's night in Freeport. My husband and I were seated watching TV, he in his chair and I on the couch. Across the room (the length of our single-story ranch house), there is a lone window looking directly into the living room from the yard. I noticed the figure approaching slowly before subsequently ducking down so that only the crest of his head down to his eyes was visible. He knelt down and began to watch us. And watch and watch and watch.
My heart began to race, and my blood pressure had catapulted so quickly that my head began to throb and pound, and, despite the internal hurricane taking place, I at first pretended not to notice. I kept my eyes fixed on my husband, chatting and laughing as if nothing horrifying was taking place. I kept the intruder in birds eye view for several minutes, hoping he'd just up and leave, taking no interest in our ordinary, sedate state of affairs. Let me also mention that it was six degrees outside.
I continued on with just the same frame of attitude as the time I was robbed at gunpoint years before. I learned that I have a unique ability to remain externally calm despite the fire in my veins and the quaking of my being. Outside, I'm ice, but inside, I'm a tree shaken of all its leaves. Verily, after about ten minutes (I swear that every time I looked at the blank face and noticed it was still there, peeping in a polar vortex, I nearly screamed) I made a decision. Inside, I was absolutely breaking. Each moment that I turned to the TV and then shifted back, my heart skipped several beats.
Finally, with my face turned away, I said to my husband through my teeth, "honey, do NOT look and do NOT react, but there is a man looking at us through the window right now. Don't look!". Despite my urging, his impulse got the better of him. The moment he rose from the chair and turned, the peeper had leaped from view. I told him we needed to call 911. However, before I could even turn on my screen, the knob to the front door began to tremble and shake convulsively.
My husband commanded me to run to our room, a command which he followed as well, which, in such a tumultuous moment, was our only defense - because by then, the intruder was throwing himself against the front door. The jamb and hinged were audibly cracking, all of the items on the glass living room refectory table had begun to tremble and clatter, and the walls all reverberated thunderously.
With all of my strength (my husband had fused disks in his back, so he was totally incapable of assisting), I grasped the bureau by the legs and with all my puny might dragged the son of a bitch across the floor and finally, in one final throe of desperation, pushed it against the door. In the midst of this midnight whirlwind, the front door had been kicked opened and the footsteps, incredibly heavy ones, had tramped down the hallway as if his legs were leaden with 200 pound blocks of ice, though it hadnt sunk in until I, fresh out of breath and flushed in icy hot sweat, had tumbled backwards onto the bed.
"I have a gun!", my husband shouted repeatedly as the intruder began throwing his weight against the door. Assuming he might also be armed, we slunk to the far side of the bed and ducked down. I phoned 911, and they assured me the police were currently in pursuit. It's an incredibly small, derelict steel town in Western Pennsylvania, hollowed out by the terminus of the steel boom. The police arrived imminently, but in between the call, the threats, and the arrival of PD, I noticed something strange. Something that truly chilled me to the bone.
At some point, the intruder halted, and in a shrill, gravelly tone that sounded devilishly feminine, shouted a few simple words, which had been repeated several times - "this isn't yyyyyourrrrr house! This is NOT YOURRRR HOUSE!". He pounded furiously on the door as he shouted (if you could even call it 'shouting') these words with an almost compendious conviction. My husband, who at the time had been battling bronchitis, was gasping for elusive gulps of air with such severity, I was afraid he might faint or, worse, succumb to asphyxiation.
In a flash, the police had arrived. The thousand pound footsteps retreated, but not before a throng of screams rang out from the front doorway. Shots were fired, and voices had gone frenetic. I removed the dresser and ran out. An officer was splayed out on his back half in and half out of the house and was screaming, screaming with every fiber of his soul. All I could see was blood everywhere. Smeared on the walls, even.
"Don't come out here!", shouted an officer as he called for a medic. But the image was burned in. The first-responding officer had been slashed from temple to chin, left to right, and was screaming and rolling chaotically, as if he was being immolated and had desperately taken to putting himself out. That haunting vision has only grown stronger and with greater clarity since. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't see the flashing terror in his eyes and the gaping of his mouth as he cried out, "I'm blind! Gary, I'm fucking blind! I'll never see her again! Diane! Diane!"
We watched out the window of the bedroom as flashlights played upon the black, frozen woods like strobes. Seeing them spread so broadly only made my heart sink, and soon after, an officer came calling.
"Do you have a friend or relative you could stay with tonight?".
This being a most disheartening sign, we went and stayed with our son and daughter - in - law for two nights until we could fortify the house with new doors, triple paned windows and a full alarm system. For weeks, months, even, we walked around on our toes while continuously throwing glances over our shoulders everywhere we went, but what was most disconcerting was that we felt more vulnerable locked behind closed doors.
To this day, the intruder hasn't been found. I looked into previous owners of our house. We had been living there 18 years by then, and the scent on the trail of discovery was nonexistent. I still don't know what about our house "isn't" ours, and I'm not sure I want to know. This occurred in 2020, just as COVID had begun to scorch the earth. One thing I know intuitively, however, is that no matter how much time passes, unless I grow a third eye on the back of my head, I will never be comfortable again.

Let me preface with i have been dealing with a lot of mental issues recently such as (anxiety, depression, PTSD, and as of today bipolar disorder) and writing this down really helps me process my emotions and think about how I could’ve been better.
The story begins when I [M23] matched with some cute girl wearing elf ears on bumble [F20]. At the time she seemed fun and different and I actually thought I might like her, which was rare because practically every other girl I’ve matched with I never really had too much interest in and was only talking to to pass the time or maybe get lucky. We talked for a little and I felt like we really hit it off. Eventually i got her number / snapchat and we proceeded to talk and try to plan a date. This went on for about month but my crippling anxiety kept getting in the way and I always chickened out because of the fear of being rejected or even worse the fear of falling in love. I knew that i would be moving in the near future and didn’t want to get attached to someone that would be living 300 miles away.
I then moved and went on with my life but still sometimes snap chatted or texted her on occasion. Eventually she started showing more and more interest and over the next 2 months our conversations got longer and more personal. We started chatting on discord and holy shit I don’t know if i was just desperate and craved the attention from a woman or what but she made me feel special. Over the next couple of weeks we played started playing some video games together such as Call of duty and Sims, where we were decorating a house together. It was so strange because she would show me all this attention give off all of the signs that she was interested and then go spotty for an evening or a couple days and leave me on delivered. I get it people have real lives and I know women can play games sometimes but I kind of thought she liked me enough to be like “hey can’t talk tonight” or “I’m busy”. So there I am falling head over heels for this girl frantically waiting the next text and getting emotionally attached too when I still wasn’t sure if the feelings were reciprocated.
Eventually the time comes and I ask if she wants to do something over the weekend and that I was going to drive the distance to take her out on a date. She agreed and said she’s free on Sunday so I grew some balls and actually committed and drove down that Friday afternoon to hangout with a friend. I asked her if she was busy that night and she responded with no because she was sore from the gym which I thought was a lame excuse and got me overthinking. Saturday comes and she’s not answering at all and I have a mental breakdown and drive home that night. During my drive she answers but I was already halfway and told my friend who’s couch I was sleeping on that I was going home, so I made up an excuse and said there was a family emergency and needed to go home.
The next week was even better was talked more and I told her that I coming back specifically so I can finally meet her and take her on a date. I asked when she was free and she said Saturday and Sunday so I was like cool I’ll be there, booked a hotel room with some credit card points and on drove down there on that Friday night. Saturday morning rolls around and I’m super nervous we talk and she asks to postpone the date a couple hours I immediately thought the worst and was already considering going back home.
BUT IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED, we met up at a local mall, talked on a bench for a while, then went and got smoothies, then continued talking in my car for another several hours before she had to go to some previous commitment. She was pretty open about previous traumas so I really wanted to respect her boundaries and not try anything that would come off as too aggressive or like all I wanted was sex because it wasn’t. Right before she got out of my car she said “can I kiss you” and I literally lunged at her from my seat to hers kissing her multiple times before she left and I stayed in my car smiling for a good 10 minutes thinking well I guess the date went well.
I went back to my hotel room and eventually texted her that I had a great time and I want to see her again tomorrow. she responds with the worst thing imaginable “I’m drunk can’t hangout with you tomorrow.” So there I was I just went from the happiest I’ve been in years to thinking well I blew it and I’m never going to see this girl again in my life. So I did what any desperate man would do and I told her exactly how I felt, saying that she was pretty much my favorite person that I talked to and legitimately just wanted to make her happy. and she responded with that’s cute but I like you too, but then said she wanted to see me again, then wouldn’t answer again. This was not very reassuring so I went kind of manic and drove home listening to angry music wishing I was dead. I actually got pulled over and the cop asked if I was ok because I was going 25 over in the pouring rain.
Monday comes and we go back to our normal routine of talking and playing video games together, Tuesday she ignored me for most of the day, and Wednesday back to normal. So on Thursday I told her how I felt again and she said I was being insecure. I apologized and was like ok not gonna be so obsessive because it’s not attractive and makes me seems needy. But fuck all I wanted in this world was her and she knew that. I actually sent her a message on Snapchat pretty much saying that exact thing and she ignored it for 20 hours……
At this point I was sure she didn’t have feelings back so I blocked her on snap so I could have some peace of mind and get out of purgatory. We then got into an argument over text and started name calling each other and being very personal with our attacks. I tried to apologize later that night but she was not having it at all and was still very angry with me understandably since I blocked her first and yet needed closure. The next day I said some things that I really really really wish I could take back but said it anyways and then blocked her on text so we had no more ways to communicate. I then sat on it for a couple of days and apologized again and pretty much fessed up to all my wrong doings and admitted that I acted out and that I had mental illnesses, but know I will not get a response and that it is time to move on. I have so many questions though since I’m still confused, upset, and sad.
Based on all that, Did I get too attached to someone I barely knew? Does it seem like she was ever actually interested in me or was she just leading me on? How can I prevent this from happening again? Would you give me another chance if you were her?

I started dating my boyfriend last April and graduated from university last year. My boyfriend, who I met through mutual friends did not attend college or university. We are both christians and he is not a virgin (he has had sex with a previous girlfriend). When we first met he told me it was important to him that he date “a good christian girl”. Lately he has been making comments to me about taking my virginity which have been increasing in frequency and intensity, how he will “teach me a lot of things” “show me how good sex can be” and more graphic stuff that I’d rather not repeat. At this point I think he gets off on the idea, however, I am not a virgin.
I participated in hookup culture while at university and had (safe) sex fairly often with men I met at bars/nightclubs or on tinder for nearly four years. I am almost a different person from who I was at university. I am much more soft-spoken and I dress more conservatively and no longer drink, smoke or do drugs. Which I believe has led to my boyfriend having this perception of me. What do I do? Should I let him continue to think I’m a virgin or tell him the truth and potentially ruin our relationship?
I feel like I should note that while find his comments cringy they don’t really bother me. And aside from this thing he’s great.
TLDR; My boyfriend really wants to take my virginity but I’m not a virgin, what should I do?

I would appreciate a few suggestions from you experienced folks to get me going so I can focus my research.
Here are a few things I would like to achieve.

• Be able to go ~42 mi round trip with a little to spare so ai wouldn't have to charge for a longer trip
• I have a couple of brutal hills near my home I will need to tackle consistently. I belive they are about a 20 degree grade over a few hundred feet. If they can't tackle hills it will be useless to me as I can get anywhere without tackling it.
• I'm 6'ft 2 230 lbs
• can fit in most trunks if I scoot one way and decide to uber home
• Off road capable would be nice to have for future as I get into more stuff but not all the time
• Value for money and reliable is important
• Budget up to $2500 ish but of course if there is a more economical option I appreciate value

Much appreciated. Excited to join this club.

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[I M17 is in love with this girl F19]Yeah, I don't know why i fell in love with this girl (she's not a dude) i have confirmed it but yeah i absolutely fell in love while talking to her, we started talking closely near 2020 online and these two years we have been in touch and so. I have never met her but yeah i have her number. I am currently trying to fight the addiction i have and trying to be better so i can ask out in future. I hope i get this girl, she's from my state but like 23 Miles away lol 😭 she is the most funniest person on the planet i have clicked with and I'll get better just for her 💯
If you ever finds this post, i absolutely love you i don't care how you look, you absolutely look fine ass to me ❗❗I won't care what everybody thinks about you, you are a fine girl to me
I don't know what will happen in future but I'll try hard 💯

I want to apply for a surgical tech program near me but it seems like all the colleges in LA for this profession are unaccredited or expensive/scammy.
I was looking into American Career College but the reviews for it don't look promising. Does anyone know any schools/programs for surgical tech in LA?

Are there any O.T.O. in Arkansas? The closest I’ve found near me is in Memphis.

Hello everyone, long time lurker here with finally something to ask! This is a bit of a weird one and I would really appreciate anyone's help with this as me and my partner are stumped.
Last year we moved into a new flat opposite a small park. It's a fairly nice park, well maintained, play equipment, and a huge apple tree right in the middle. Now a couple months pass and we are nicely settled, it's coming to the end of summer and BOOM - quite literally, something hits our double doors. And again. And again. Turns out when you place a fruit tree in the middle of a park where kids and teens hang out, and then that fruit drops, it becomes perfect ammo to start slinging around and at people's houses.
This happened near daily for weeks, we called 111 when it hit the windows, doors, and even cars - we were then told to call the police, but by the time they got here the kids had scarpered. We've tried recording but it's slightly too far to get a good photo, and I'm sure it's not the same kids each time. We've contacted the council and forestry department SO many times with different forms and complaints, and we are in contact with some local councillors but apparently nothing can be done in regards to pruning the tree or anything else. It ended up with my partner going out and throwing away each load of apples which had dropped daily, but new ones dropped by the evenings and it would happen again. Our main concern is the tree, not the kids - kids will be kids, but if we can prune the tree or remove the temptation then brilliant - but apparently trying to get the council to do anything about a tree is like getting blood from a stone.
Now it's coming up again in a few months, and we have a baby this time round. We are so anxious about it scaring her or even hitting her one day, as one nearly hit me when I was pregnant last year. My partner will still be going out daily to clear the apples before work but is there anything else we can do? Ideally we'd like a permanent solution but does it look like we will be stuck being apple farmers for the foreseeable future?
I really appreciate if you've read this far, and if there's a more appropriate sub to post this on then please let me know.
Sincerely, a worried mum who now absolutely hates apples

I have had countless nightmares throughout my life, typically occurring every other night. My most recent one, and one of the worst I've had in a while, happened during a vacation I just got home from. I will need to put some context into this, and this story will be rather long, so bear with me here.
In my most recent nightmare I mentioned above, I woke up normally in my house. It was the middle of the night, but I was hungry, and decided to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab a snack without waking up my family. Once I was a few feet from the refrigerator, I heard footsteps from several entities behind me. I turned around to see just a few black figures, huddled tightly in a group. I knew who three of the five were by the outlines. They were all hostile animatronics, the ones from the horror video game, Five Nights at Freddy's 4. The video game franchise as a whole does not scare me, nor do really any horror movies or games, so it was weird seeing them watching me grab my snack. I saw the animatronic bear, chicken, and rabbit, but not the fox, and I had no idea who the other 2 figures were. Their eyes were not glowing in the slightest, and they were not approaching me, but only moving exactly as I do, and never getting too close. This did not concern me in the slightest, as a typical hallucination looks just like that for me. I went back to my room to eat my snack and fall sleep, when they stopped moving in their typical pattern, and spread out around the house.
Once I was back in my room, and I had tucked myself back into bed, and I felt the worst sense of sudden dread in my life, as if something terrible was about to happen. I knew by some nightmare logic that the figures really were hunting me down, and then I got scared, knowing that I do feel pain in my nightmares. Indeed, I was about to suffer. I sat in my bed, paralyzed with fear about the situation, and planned to just sit there and pray until sunrise. Worst of all, my door was wide open, and with my bed right next to it, an attack could be too sudden. I was going to have to be lucky, as the animatronics were moving in random patterns, entering rooms around the house. 15 minutes later, I heard footsteps coming to my door. I was paralyzed with fear and dread, because there was one animatronic in particular that I knew was going to take his time and torture me if I was ever caught by him. The animatronic entered my room, but luckily it was not the one I feared most. It was certainly about to kill me still, so I was rapidly planning ways of how I could make my death as fast as it could be. I threw my head into it's jaws, reached my arms out, and crunched it's teeth down into my head. It was fast and painless.
Of course, it's a nightmare, and it was not nearly over yet. That was the easy part done. I woke up again after death, in the same situation again, but outside, in an open field on my land. The layout of the field made the experience worse in a way, as it was mostly open, but with a strip of dense forest running through the middle that takes up about one third of the field. At the bottom and and top were ways through it, without having to go through the brush. This is all on about 5 acres of land, so I did not have much of a place to hide from my now sprinting animatronic pursuers. I woke up with the animatronics in a full sprint everywhere in the field. They were sprinting at all times, even if I had not been seen. I got up, ran, and hid in the densely forested area, and in a thick bush. I waited and got spotted eventually, so I got up and ran until I could no longer run. Eventually, I was caught again, but my death would hurt this time. I died via stab wounds to the gut, and all around the torso, but I was stabbed mercifully fast.
This experience, being a nightmare, meant I still had to die another time. This death would be very different, though. I woke up for the third time, but with the worst dread of my life. The fear this time was unspeakable. For no apparent reason, I was far more scared this time around. I was in the house again, and in my bed, but I stayed in bed and never got out. I just sat up, and waited for sunrise again. I had more hope this time, as the sun was only about twenty minutes from officially rising. I was starting to see light in the sky, but with more fear than I have ever had before, bad instincts kicked in. You see, in the house was a system of 6 radio-like devices me and the family used for communication. I held the "Talk" button, and spoke a message into all the rooms in the house, hoping for my family to respond. As you could imagine this was idiotic. I kept staring at my radio, waiting for a reply, when I heard a reply from my family, but something was awfully wrong. The reply came from the radio I was at, and from directly behind me, on the other side of the bed. I turned around and saw the one animatronic I hoped would never get me, and I was about to suffer.
I backed out of my bed, and into the corner of the room. It approached me awfully slow, giving me the opportunity to run at it, and deliver multiple two foot kicks to the body. I hoped these would do something, but the animatronic was utterly un-phased. Here, I finally saw a red glow in the animatronic's eyes, as it still slowly closed the distance to me. It got to me, put it's hands on my shoulder, and looked down at me, with eyes flickering on and off. This was about to be it, the worst pain of my life. There, I was tortured for minutes upon minutes. It peeled the skin off my arms and legs like giant gloves, sliced tendons and ligaments, and cracked all of my ribs, while keeping me alive. All my other bones were being fractured, and I was getting big cuts in my chest all over the place. It kept me alive until I had looked like a mangled corpse smeared on the ground.
Finally, I got to wake up, and I stayed up for about 2 hours before going back to sleep. Once I woke up, I really was unaffected, and not scared anymore, even in the dark room. When I did go back to sleep, however, I started dreaming again. I woke up in a continuation of that same dream, but this time, in the middle of an unknown forest...
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For those who do not know what I am talking about, below is an image of the being that killed me for the third time in my nightmare. I know this is rather ridiculous, but that's just the way it happened.
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hello - thanks for reading! its 2 am please excuse any typos
at about midnight last night my 60 mother (loves six hours away near my sister) was admitted to the er after having recovered from covid due to coughing up blood and black stool. i am trying to stay positive about that.
today was bad due to heat, i really dislike heat. and then after dinner i was wlcomed by a bad headache and stomach pain. no clue on the cause - we just had blts and i got all the seeds out of tomato slices i had.
roommates gather together and we discuss the bad rent situation we have (backlog of unpaid rent while waiting on rental assistance, no clue on what to due if it doesnt go through) absurd amount of money to think about with stomach pain, actually cannot stand due to anxiety knots caused by it.
cant sleep now - i might fall right asleep in about ten minutes, who knows. i wanted my birthday week to start uneventful and chill, but now this is gonna sit with me for a few more days
i hope youre all having good days, readers, we take em for granted sometimes