Daily (ish) Journal
Apr. 15th, 2020 08:53 pmI know it is a middling frustrating day when I hit the no pants stage of fuck everything shortly after feeding the cats. It is a bad day when I hit no pants before my afternoon meds.
Given, of course, that it is merely no pants and not fuck clothes.
Because fuck clothes is usually a sensory issue, not a brain weasel issue.
Today is apparently a no pants, fuck sleeves, but damnit where's the boob sling kind of evening. *sighs, and thumps head on tray a moment*
(Light weight fabric is too much touch without enough pressure, jeans are the wrong texture. Crochet boob sling feels good, the hexagonal block blanket is a little scratchy because it hasn't been washed because it is not finished, and the other blanket is currently buried, but would probably have the right weight and texture.)
Given, of course, that it is merely no pants and not fuck clothes.
Because fuck clothes is usually a sensory issue, not a brain weasel issue.
Today is apparently a no pants, fuck sleeves, but damnit where's the boob sling kind of evening. *sighs, and thumps head on tray a moment*
(Light weight fabric is too much touch without enough pressure, jeans are the wrong texture. Crochet boob sling feels good, the hexagonal block blanket is a little scratchy because it hasn't been washed because it is not finished, and the other blanket is currently buried, but would probably have the right weight and texture.)