the symphony of squeaks. this is fucking funny. it's like rain doesn't spare even the goddesses, maybe just me. but the collectivisation of squeaky shoes was nonetheless entertaining.
rain, and an odd sense of calm. Calm? like the calm of rain not being blown into your face in all directions, but falling in a straight line, towards the ground that is. To be more precise, perpendicular to the ground that is. Despite all this I still feel like my hair is being wonky. No one seems to have so many little hairs poking out of their comically sized head, let alone the unwelcomed curls that this fuckass humidity decides to bring.
Still I guess this is some kind of improvement? Not enough for me to be enough on my own terms but enough to not hate myself beyond comprehension over something uncontrollable like the weather. Sense of self worth? I am as stable as sodium and chlorine (before reacting). Let's strive to be more similar in nature to table salt in the future.
Also today I woke up to a grand 49.1kg on the scale. Not to say the reading on the scale dictates everything (maybe unconsciously) but it has made me a bit, ok I admit more than pissed that for some reason I am a good 0.5kg behind my goal. Where and what and how and why. God knows.
At this point I can't even tell if I'm just surviving on pure spite.