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I've fallen into train-YouTube and it's a glorious thing. The videos are so interesting, and there's no wank in the comments.

There's something so romantic and exotic about trains, especially sleeper trains.

My parents were car people, so I never got to take them as a kid.

I didn't go on an Interrail-vacation at 18, either, although my brother did and scared our mom half to death.

It's such a rite of passage here; you get to ride around Europe cheaply (and simply) with your friends. This was just after the fall of the Wall and Europe was brand new. Now, I wouldn't want to do that, but I want to travel first class and hang out in beautiful train stations and share a sleeper car with a friend.
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Eurovision is definitely happening, although in what form, no one knows.

But the competitive element will happen, there will be a winner, and it's.... Returned hope to me?

None of the 39 songs are an absolute OMG BEST SONG EVER to me, but there are several that are Quite Good, and that I'd be okay with winning, and I feel like.... I can care again?

Like, the Swedish representative is a bouncing baby boy, and he beat out 2011 winner Eric Saade, bouncing baby boy of 2011, whose win is always linked to Fukushima in my mind because it happened that week.

New decade, new twink.

I don't root for Sweden, but I don't feel ashamed of our representative.

Ragnar. <3

I have a vet appointment with Ragnar on Thursday to determine if he should get dementia meds or not. He's started screaming randomly - walking into a closet and SCREAMING. Walking outside on the balcony SCREAMING. In that WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE way that I'm sure no cat should ever scream.

So, hopefully, dementia meds, and then a slow, peaceful slope into death.

<3

I adopted him from the shelter in 2006 and the contract I signed said that I should take care of him until death to the best of my ability and I'll feel proud to have done that.
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A couple of weeks ago, I took Ragnar to the vet to check on his teeth because his obsessive biting had gotten worse and his screaming (esp nightly) has been worse than ever.

To my shock, his teeth are fine, but he has backpain. Vet prescribed meds. Meds made him puke - a few days after I stopped giving him it he was puking blood. (Thank God for the washing machine!)

Another vet visit - vet prescribed anti-acid, easy-on-the-stomach food, and another pain medicine.

The following day Elsa's face started bleeding.



Called a vet who said it was probably allergies. Made an appointment on Thursday.

On Wednesday, she started bleeding even worse. Called the vet and asked if they had time. Packed Elsa into a cab and went.

Vet drew lots of blood with Elsa in a strait jacket.



Vet prescribed cortison which stopped the bleeding.

Started giving Ragnar his pain meds, which makes him sleep all the time now.



Took Elsa back to the vet for more blood to be drawn yesterday. The staff seems to love her.

I hope this is the end of it. Ragnar hasn't screamed for two days and Elsa hasn't bled since she went back to her old food.
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Depression: 5/10
Existential crisis: 10/10

I just can't with my corporate job any longer. It can't be the meaning of my life to work there for another twenty five years. Wasn't I supposed to do something else?

Once my cats have passed away, I have half a mind to put all of my belongings into storage, terminate my lease and position, and buy a one year railway pass.

I want someone to fall in love with me badly, and pour all their energy into comforting me and stroking my ego.

There must be something else to life.

A series of investigating articles scared me off the meds.

I want to win a huge lump of money and spend a year sleeping.
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I bought a lamp for my tomato plants yesterday. Five seeds = five plants (so far.)

My goal now is to make sure at least three plants survive. I'm gonna give one plant to M who has a balcony facing the south.


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Oh, how I love the new Star Trek: The original series audiobooks narrated by Robert Petkoff! They seem to be releasing them fairly often; so much so that when I've finished one, my app recommends another one.

Robert Petkoff has a great, fairly neutral narration voice and does the character voices well (and doesn't overdo them!) including the more subtle ones like Sulu's.

Yes, reading a plain old book is good, but A) I have to sit or lie down to read. I can't exactly do housework or take walks while reading and those are two activities that are good for my well-being and B) audiobooks are a much more immersive experience for me than reading. I get to take part in a performance, and I like that!


These are the ones I've finished:

Agents of Influence by Dayton Ward

A spy thriller. Human Federations spies have been surgically altered to appear as Klingons and the Enterprise are sent to extract them. I thought this was fairly boring, but then again, I'm not a fan of spy thrillers. Someone who loves that genre might really like this book. The coolest part was Sulu piloting a shuttle through an asteroid field.


The Higher Frontier by Christopher L. Bennett. Almost a supernatural fantasy-drama, though it still fits within canon parameters. A group of blind, but telepathic Andorians are massacred. The Enterprise saves the survivors and it snowballs from there.

There's a very enlightened 1970's feel in this book. There is consciousness-raising and mentions of polyamory. Sulu is a single dad. (Yay, Demora.) Kirk admits to having had threesomes (and is adorably flustered.) There's also a tiny mention of the universe Discovery takes place in, which I think is a nice touch.

The most amazing scene is one where Sulu, Uhura, and Chekov discuss how displeased they are with the fictional tv holovid-series based on their lives. This is a scene taken straight from debates in the old fanzines, I'm sure! :-)


A Contest of Principles by Greg Cox

A straight-up action-adventure split into three parallel storylines. The Enterprise crew are acting as election observers (a thing that happens in the real world, kudos for accuracy.) McCoy is kidnapped. Spock and Chapel go on a mission to save him while Kirk is left to deal with the election.

I love McCoy, that's no secret, and he's at his best here, surly yet charming, trying to save himself but following his physician's oath at the same time.

Spock does some badass secret agent stuff, like meeting an informant in a sauna. There's another little Discovery-mention and a lesbian character, which is a complete non-event, as it should be.

This is my favorite book so far, and though it was obviously written before the 2020 US election, and probably not with any real nations in mind, the whole mission felt like something taken from real life.


Greg Cox has also written the book I'm listening to now, The Antares Maelstrom which is a gold-rush adventure story. I haven't gotten that far, but Sulu has his own separate storyline, which I always enjoy, and he has a romance with a woman I'm quite sure will be Demora's mother.


Honestly, don't produce any more shows/films/reboots. Just keep pumping out audiobooks, and I'm good to go.
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I'm not trans. I may have some issues with the female body, but I don't have any issues with my body. But through fate or algorithm, I now follow four (five?) trans YouTubers, most of whom don't even post primarily on trans issues.

I also keep up with The Discourse (mostly UK-based, because God knows why). Sometimes for the lulz, sometimes open-mouthed in horror.

"I am acutely aware of the link between transgenderism and pedophilia," writes Concerned Mother, who is asking for advice on how to protect her ~vulnerable children~ from their trans cousin during Thanksgiving dinner. Hundreds of sympathetic replies. No one asks for a citation.

I can't even imagine what it's like to struggle with something so difficult as your body and your identity in a world that's bigoted against you. But there is hope!

Ian McKellen, 81 and British, is not transphobic!

I knew I liked him for a reason.
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Horrible day. Had a meeting at ten that made me want to quit even more.

Emailed my boss and said: "if this company is interested in having me as an employee, this company has to put forth an offer that is good enough to convince me to stay. I will not put up with the current working situation under any circumstances."

He responded with bla bla you are very important to the company bla bla we are working on a solution that we hope will satisfy you bla bla but we don't know when we will have it.
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We can all die at any moment. The bodies we inhabit are too fragile.

The lead singer of AWS passed away from leukemia yesterday. He was 29.

To the Eurovision audience, he is known for a song about death (and for providing the best rock entry in Eurovision of all time. Yes, better than Lordi.)

May he rest in Peace.

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Watching the Lithuanian finale and the Swedish semi-finale one simultaneously:

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Gave my boss an ultimatum - either fix things by June 1 or I quit 1 September. They will either crawl over broken glass to get me to stay or refuse to fix things, in which I will get my freedom. I was extremely ~polite~ in my mail and thinking all the while how insanely privileged I am.

I checked with my best colleague Sara first, who encouraged me. She's fantasizing about quitting herself because the situation is so bad. Calculated that my funds will last 21 months if I do quit.


Winter has finally come to Södertälje, and I spent a long time walking with Lena and Lennart at the open-air museum today. The air is crisp and the snow is thick, and it makes that *crunch crunch* sound when you walk in it. I felt sorry for the sheep and the horses, but they seemed not to mind the cold so much.


Listened to an audiobook about how to become a millionaire (in kronor, not euro or dollars, so take your idea of "millionaire" and divide it by 10 or 8.) Bought some stocks. Ordered the paperback version of the book as a gift for Malin. Cooked a healthy meal.

Drinking whiskey and trying to talk my mother out of traveling to Spain (!!!!!!!) in three weeks. Her tickets are refundable and she is not vaccinated.

My neighbours are making the kind of noises again where I don't know if everyone is okay, or just a very rowdy family with small children.
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WoW is so effective in brutally - and without finesse - causing emotional reactions.

M has played for the last ten years and she's shown me trailers over the years, and every single one makes me cry.

Look at this! You don't even need to know these characters or what the plot twist means to end up with shivers down your spine and tears in your eyes. Oh, how I wish we'll get another film (or TV series, live-action or animated) at some point!


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The US??? How you doing???

I was having a boring evening after having played WoW all day and realized: hey, how's the certification going, and turned on C-SPAN.

Once again, we are living through a historical event.
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I'm so sad, so immensely sad right now. I was fine this morning, and lunch, and now I'm sensitive ("why did I make that YouTube comment two years ago?" "Why doesn't that fan like me?")

I got meds - after a 15 minute telephone call - and I'm gonna start taking them after Christmas so the side effects don't ruin my holiday.

I'm so fucking sensitive about everything. Random internet troll saying that women shouldn't have the right to vote? Better take that shit super seriously!

All I want to do now is go home, make a cup of tea, and play World of Warcraft for five hours.

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Today I got so sad and angry I almost started crying. Why?

This morning I got a text that I was getting flowers delivered. Malin came by and we ate the cake and sandwich cake I made last night, and then she left for work. I started my Star Trek episode (always TOS on birthdays) popped open my 37 cl bottle of champagne and made myself comfortable.

Then I got a call from the florist. I pulled out a vase and filled it with water, ready for the flowers, and went down to the door.

It was not a bouquet of flowers. It was a Christmas arrangement (albeit with a Happy Birthday sign.) And chocolates. I don't eat chocolates.

I fell into half an hour of despair. How could my brothers have sent me Christmas flowers on my birthday? It felt so insulting. So belittling.

I shoved the rest of the champagne in the refrigerator and sent angry texts to my friends. Then my mother called and we talked for a while, and I finished my episode, feeling better. When I drank the rest of the champagne, I didn't get a nice buzz, just a depression. Alcohol for me

And then I waited for my friend to come and have cake with me, but when I texted her she said she had a headache (I'm most angry that she didn't text me to tell me she wasnät coming.) And now I'm going to have to throw some of the cake away. And then I had an hour depressive spell where I thought about how my life has no meaning and I hate my job and I have nothing to live for.

But then! Then I posted an angsty Facebook post where I told all my friends, family, and colleagues how depressed I am, and then I sent a message to my doctor's office saying "I MAY BE DEPRESSED AND IN NEED OF MEDICINE, PLEASE ACCESS."

I fully went into today knowing it was going to be a shit birthday, and yet, still it managed to depress me somehow.

The absolute happiest I've been this year - and this is to end on a positive note - was when I finished and posted my big WIP this summer.

It was fairly popular - for my standards - and I reveled in the comments I received, people speculating on what was going to happen, and telling me what they liked and disliked. Every message was a dopamine hit, and I thought to myself: is this what BNFs feel like? This is the best feeling in the world!

I guess, the key to my happiness is to become a BNF? But the problem is... I can't write 30k fics with popular pairings just to be happy. I can't. It's too much work, and I probably wouldn't enjoy writing those stories anyway. Plus, now I'm depressed and can't write.

A few minutes ago, I got a Facebook messenger from a guy I used to work with. He left three years ago, he's one of those people you lose touch with but stay Facebook friends with if that makes sense. He told me that he struggles with anxiety and that he thinks I'm brave for admitting that I'm not doing well. <3
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Yeah, so I talked to HR and she's been helpful, setting me up with therapy and having the CEO called me. He did this ten-minute speech where he apologized for not acting nicer to me and telling him how much he respects me and how important I am to the company.

I also had a long talk with my best colleague Sara who was very supportive, and also told me she hears ~all the time~ how scared people are that I will quit/get sick because they don't know what to do without me. So that's nice.
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"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

"I can make it rain pain."

And because I watched The Matrix recently, "Let's make a deal. I give you the finger, you give me what I want."

There's also a Swedish version: Tack för den här tiden. It translates to "Thanks for these years," which sounds like a very straight-forwardly polite thing to say but is actually an incredibly rude and dismissive way to end a relationship. :D Very, very Swedish.

Seventeen years, I've worked for this company, at what is technically my dream job. It still is my dream job, except now there is massive organizational failure on every single level and my brain is fried and my soul is leaving my body.

18 months. That's how long our new CEO has been CEO. And in 18 months, he's fired three managers. This week, he fired my boss. My real boss is on parental leave for another nine months, and my temp-boss has been working hard to improve my situation, and I've been telling him exactly what sucks.

And now, my co-worker will be my temp-boss, and then we get a new for-real boss, and then finally my boss comes back.

I'm at the place where I'm beginning to realize that there won't be a worse time to quit and that the poor organization will never resolve unless I make it. But I still love my real job, and several of my colleagues, so that will suck. I'm in a pickle!
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Porn is the only thing giving me life at the moment. And with porn, I mean fanfiction. And with life I mean resisting the urge to quit my job. (How can I get out of the rat race? The exit is not clearly marked. :O)

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