entry two: electric boogaloo
Mar. 28th, 2025 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liorai'm sick.
two days ago i was fine. feeling a bit of sinus pressure, no problem. then the next morning, gradually developed some upper respy thing that is resembling either a) covid, b) a chest infection or c) smoking three packs of camels.
somewhere in my cerebral matter is a (most likely) incorrect factoid i keep repeating to myself: cats can spread covid.
not feeling like fact checking it, but i have been getting very up close and personal with the neighbourhood animals. we have plenty of stray cats and dogs; will i refuse my god-given right to go and pet them? even if the tiny ginger kitten has green snot for a face and won't stop sneezing?
at least i'm not snotty, but i definitely feel like i hoovered up some of malevolant particles that probably make up 50% of the air here.
i'm about 80% done with the cover art for my latest single. i've done Eleanor Forte, but now i just need to do the reverse side, with 'me' (who's artist name is still undecided)
pretty chuffed with it. my gradient for improvement is always sizeably favourable each time i draw or produce music. it's almost as if if i actually applied myself to one discipline, i'd be a master at it. and quickly, too!
me and S are watching game of thrones season 1, for some reason. it's not such a hard pill to swallow now, but i'm reminded of when i watched it way back when in 2016 with my ex. i was so repulsed by the nudity and sex, it was a constant circus of self-hatred and comparison; there was nothing i hated more than seeing another naked woman's body in all her earthly delights, flaunting and frollicking her bosom around the screen. my new habit of 'screening' an episode prior for nudity did not go down well with my bf at the time, and in subsequent years - and bf's - i stopped partaking in pretty much any R18 media at all.
now, it's a little bit of a sting, but i can get through it. not a fan of gratuitous and exploitave sex/nudity anyway, but i've allowed myself to revel that the beauty therein exists, perhaps not on my body, but it exists, nonetheless.
watched: game of thrones, monster factory, the documentary about belle gibson
read: still chugging through bullshit jobs by david graber, and also the wikipedia article for sean bean.
listened: tried to learn the difference between djent, doom and black metal today
ate: brocolli and rice.
repeating thought: god i feel so, so ill.
goodnight!
two days ago i was fine. feeling a bit of sinus pressure, no problem. then the next morning, gradually developed some upper respy thing that is resembling either a) covid, b) a chest infection or c) smoking three packs of camels.
somewhere in my cerebral matter is a (most likely) incorrect factoid i keep repeating to myself: cats can spread covid.
not feeling like fact checking it, but i have been getting very up close and personal with the neighbourhood animals. we have plenty of stray cats and dogs; will i refuse my god-given right to go and pet them? even if the tiny ginger kitten has green snot for a face and won't stop sneezing?
at least i'm not snotty, but i definitely feel like i hoovered up some of malevolant particles that probably make up 50% of the air here.
i'm about 80% done with the cover art for my latest single. i've done Eleanor Forte, but now i just need to do the reverse side, with 'me' (who's artist name is still undecided)
pretty chuffed with it. my gradient for improvement is always sizeably favourable each time i draw or produce music. it's almost as if if i actually applied myself to one discipline, i'd be a master at it. and quickly, too!
me and S are watching game of thrones season 1, for some reason. it's not such a hard pill to swallow now, but i'm reminded of when i watched it way back when in 2016 with my ex. i was so repulsed by the nudity and sex, it was a constant circus of self-hatred and comparison; there was nothing i hated more than seeing another naked woman's body in all her earthly delights, flaunting and frollicking her bosom around the screen. my new habit of 'screening' an episode prior for nudity did not go down well with my bf at the time, and in subsequent years - and bf's - i stopped partaking in pretty much any R18 media at all.
now, it's a little bit of a sting, but i can get through it. not a fan of gratuitous and exploitave sex/nudity anyway, but i've allowed myself to revel that the beauty therein exists, perhaps not on my body, but it exists, nonetheless.
watched: game of thrones, monster factory, the documentary about belle gibson
read: still chugging through bullshit jobs by david graber, and also the wikipedia article for sean bean.
listened: tried to learn the difference between djent, doom and black metal today
ate: brocolli and rice.
repeating thought: god i feel so, so ill.
goodnight!
