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An assortment of sorts.

Last night I got an uninterrupted four hour stretch of sleep. Absolute bliss, let me tell you. Absolute bliss.

I feel like I preface everything I write here with an evaluation of the sleep stitch. Kind of like the parent version of the diet gurus who eat 4.7 medjool dates per 3 mile ratio and then write about it. The dates dictate their day, so they say. And same goes for sleep.

So here I am, feeling remarkably more refreshed and able to conquer the day! Because it has been a while since I’ve written here, I’m going to do a little round up of sorts. But not like the weed killer version, because that stuff is notably more effective than I, but more a lumping-miscellaneous-bits-and-bobs-together version of the word.

So without further ado ...

1) There’s a bloody mouse plague over the ditch, isn’t there? Yes, apparently mouse plagues are a real thing. I dare you to watch the video of thousands of mice all squirming in a bucket. I dare you. This whole thing sounds almost biblical. And with the blood supermoon tonight, I’m getting very Revelations vibes.

2) Apparently, going raw vegan can cure a cat allergy. I’m not going to name names, because I don’t think these folk need a bigger audience, but let’s just say that they were popular a few years back when everyone was doing, ahem, banana island and HCLF. Then they rapidly dwindled out of relevance and so have become even more extreme, so it seems. Never mind their gross, red-flag riddled relationship (which has now ended), but they seem to be desperately trying to retain an audience by making even more absurd, entirely scientifically fake, claims. Who knew that being a fruitarian with a hankering for bikes and bigotry could cure sniffles caused by cats?

3) I’m working! It really just came out of the blue, and this blog is partially to thank for everything falling into place. It’s so, so nice to be using my brain for something other than my family or house things. It has been a lot of fun so far, and I get to be creative, which I didn’t realise I was missing.

4) I need to work on my boundaries, baby. And by boundaries, I mean ones that I should impose on myself so that I can stay afloat rather than feeling like I’m drowning beneath trying to do All The Things 24/7. I need to learn to leave housework, to choose the “easy” option, and to do things just for fun way more often. I’m hoping that the blood supermoon will cleanse me in some pseudo-spiritual way and when I wake up in the morning, I’ll be as carefree as a girl on a white horse in a tampon ad. 

5) My hero, none other than Emily Writes herself, bought up something called the Uncanny Valley Hypothesis the other day and it blew my mind. Go on, have a read, and simultaneously freak yourself out and make a “huh” sound.

6) We’re watching Married at First Sight (Australia) lately, and man it’s a real sh#t show. Which I guess is exactly the point of the show. We’re only up to episode four, but some of the guys on there ... honestly, are they trying to be awful or does it just come naturally?

7) This TikTok made me lol in the wee hours of the morning, the other morning. If this doesn’t perfectly sum up the relationship between your pets, then I don’t know what does.

8) And to end on a brilliant note, try and watch this video without laughing. I dare ya. Toddlers are hilarious. And the definition of Hectic Inc. But hilarious none the less.

Okay so this turned into a life update mixed with a selection of finely curated memes and news stories. Hope you enjoyed the weird crossover! (And I really need to stick to a niche aye, rather than these sporadic brain spews).


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