May 27

The days go by, similar pattern.

Not super ill. A tad queasy rolling around the day. But nothing like it was. Sleeping seems to be improving, so, maybe my system is indeed getting a bit of equilibrium back after being off the pills. The queasy seems to be expanding slowly per day. A different queasy to what came before last week. Meh. I suspect I am just flicking switches on or off, with neither a great fit.

Not heard back from the GP about a different appointment day. I suspect I have once again been lost between the cracks.

I am not sure I can be bothered chasing them. I seem to be the only one actually doing shit regarding my health. So. Eh.

Passport service sent me an email. Submission is stuck. Need someone to verify who I am.

All in all this has been an absolute slam dunk. Both passport and driving licence were applied for with the pre-approved service, all details filed, professionals carried it out.

Result.

Fucked up in both.

Amazing.

I don't blame the Post Office for this. They will have done this hundreds of times, the app is the governments own app, and are following procedures laid out for them. I blame the gov departments who are obviously either moving goalposts or just being fuckups.

Meh.

Typical.

As much as I am withdrawing from Worrying about the World, it's hard not to see the utter clusterfuck raving batshit insanity that is consuming the US at the moment. My main hope now is not whether the US pulls itself up - it wont - but more that its bullshit just gets contained to its own shores.

Rupert Murdoch could also really do with dying already. The arch malevolent is behind a lot of the shitty insanity in the US. I really can't figure out what his aim is. He must realise the damage he does ? Perhaps that's what he likes. Causing chaos. Before he kicks it. Let the world burn. He's 91. His mom lived to the grand old age of 103. I think it's likely the evil fucker will be around another decade yet. In many ways he represents the absolute worst of shitty arrogant ignorant misogynist old school Australian behaviour. A perfect example of the worst kind of Australian shitbag - exported to the US.

Been back to coding stuff up for The Charity. Going alright. Does feel like work though (which, of course, it is ). And makes my "time off" seem way less.... time... offy. Hmm.

The pups at the vets are now all gone. Only the mom left. She's recovering well, but, not eating like she should. Rough all round. Hopefully she gets better. Her sad eyes get to me. If I were in a different place I'd take her. And or one of the pups too.

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