Rotted brain.
Everything happens all at once always. Recieved the results of a blood test and they are disappointing though probably unsurprising. It's whatever, but obviously I'd prefer to have a working thyroid and normal iron levels. In recent years, I've been able to sleep forever, like up to 13 hours straight. I guess it's good to know why. Anyway, if Naarm does have a catastrophic colony-destroying cataclysm, I hope it turns into a Mad Max type thing. I feel like Mad Max is pretty disability inclusive, as societies go. Like, I'd have to throw my lot in with some guy called "The Gonad Wongler" but he'd be running a factory that still produces thyroid medication. We'd all have to do scarification on each other so we all have "WONGLER" tramp stamps, but I can drive a manual which is a desireable skill in the Wongler Factory, so I have an okay time.
Finished "Model Home" last night after I wrote the last entry. I always get too into tragedies and read them too quickly. Makes me feel sick sometimes - last night I didn't feel good at all - but I can't help it. Had to go play NYT connections after to chill out and remember who I am.
Reading a lot more at the moment. It's good to get addicted to it again. Been reading "Model Home" by Rivers Solomon, which is devastating. Reads like autofiction, maybe is autofiction? Reminds me a lot of "In the Dream House" by Carmen Maria Machado, and came out after the novel. Beyond the superficial similarities (the titles, lol), both are concerned with the house as a site of abuse.
So much of everything is just waiting right now. Waiting for grades, deadlines, grants, acceptance letters, rejections, payslips, the train, the rain.
Immediate edit: I got the job lol everything is actually fine.
Later edit: I did not in fact get the job lol back to waiting