Cleaning out the food trap on a dishwasher wax pretty bad, as no one knew it needed that and I hadn’t been part of the purchase. It was slowly not working so I searched for the specific manual and tada! death and horror awaited me.

It’s clean now. It stays cleaner now or I stab people with forks.

My bread machine just slowly developed a leak and died. I decided my stand mixer would do and removed the crying machine.

Legal weed keeps the teeth from mattering when they hurt.

Which is good because the soonest now the dental abscess is looked at is September.

I spent the last seven days in medicine that gives me brain fog because I have a dental abscess that is expanding my jaw. I have a root canal for another tooth tomorrow (later today technically, it’s after midnight now). I’m tired. I’m tired.

Concentrating feels tiring. It feels like I’m actively trying to shove something into my little toddler brain.

Distracted feels like I haven’t slept in awhile but I’m not tired. But everything holds equal attention. Husband asking a question is the same as the cat waking by and needing to be told she is a lovely cat is the same as my phone sending an alert is the same as the TV playing an ad I hate and need to mute the TV and what was husband asking again?

Good luck with your writing! I too have had to search for some very silly things for things I’ve written! As for slow acting poisons, only ones I could think of that would be really available modernly would be like, antifreeze and such, but I don’t think that’s so slow acting. And usually it’s kids and dogs that get into that.

I keep having to tell family to stop using dryer sheets on at least the towels. If they want to use them on anything else, whatever, their clothes. But god damn stop making the towels bad!!

Which is why I don’t recommend it to preteen me at all! I think it’s extremely important now, but man. Not uh. Not to a kid.

Most of the stuff we read in class was fine, or we knew was going to be fucked up as it was Gifted and Talented class.

The book that fucked me at the time more than those was reading Maus. At like 12. And if I bring it up with mother, she’d say it was my fault for reading it, instead of, you know, maybe she should vet the book instead of going “oh cartoony of the holocaust, that’s fine”

Holocaust was fine, every Hanukkah one of our 7 gifts works be a book, and you’d run out of noob holocaust books that relayed to judiasm real quick. But most were written for kids so.

Not Maus