Melbourne

Managed to work the whole day yesterday, and rental inspection went fine. I even slept better last night. This morning though it was clear I just had nothing in the tank and called in sick. I also have a planned day off tomorrow, so hopefully 4 days break is enough for a mini break and recharge from increasingly stressful workplace

Dog barking update. Last week was bliss, barely heard any barking. Thought the issue was resolved. But this week... it's been the worst yet. I spoke to a neighbour who told me the owner's overseas holiday is for three months and we're not even halfway through. Their adult daughter lives in the house and is "taking care" of the dog, but is out at work all day and the dog is probably used to having someone around all the time. She leaves the dog outside when she heads off to work quite early, and it barks loudly all morning and all day until it's let back inside when she gets home from work. Guess it's easy to not care about your barking dog when you're not around to hear it. Leaving another note in the hope that whatever she did last week is done again.

So tired from day after day of bark alarm. Ear plugs do nothing.

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Work is a bit different right now because I'm not doing emails since I can't have access to the emails at home. But man... it's nice being able to do work at home. I'm definitely going to have fight to work from home at least 1 day a week once probation is up.

My wrist hurts… tiny phone screen is easier to handle than a sketch book but = tiny repetitive movements of the wrist. And it’s hard to go tiny enough on details. I’m considering saving up for an iPad or drawing tablet and pen but that’s a lot of money for something just to do art.

There’s a motivation and perfectionism issue too

My exercises were completed this morning before I left for work. Minipeelers getting better but Mr Peeler isn't. Trying to be kind but struggling for sympathy with someone who keeps smoking despite having a really bad chest cold. Worked bloody hard today and finished my jobs so I could do extra cleaning in the factory like cleaning walls, freezer doors etc. Things have to be super super clean in the workplace and I love making that happen. Went home, told Mount Washmore it could wait another day. Made pizza for the kids and steak and veg for Mr Peeler. Slipped outside on the stupid ramp while putting the garbage out and came down hard on my hip and elbow. Swearing, ice pack and Hirudoid.

Tried to organise a Dr to do a home visit for Mr P but they turned it into a telehealth appointment and rang an hour ago. Dr told me Mr Peeler really needs to see a Dr in person. Gee, thanks for that insight, for fucks sake. Had to submit proof of residential address to Elder Minipeeler's high school. Also had to submit subject preferences. This was a lengthy process of trying to decipher the wanky language of the descriptions for each subject and explain in simple terms what that meant, but we eventually got there. Now I'm blobbing out in bed. Tired but not tired. Bugger.

Why is Spam so bloody expensive... it's spam! I might as well just use bacon for kimchi fried rice.

Is Temu legit? I figure it's similar to Wish and all those other online shop but I see ads for it everywhere.

Rugged up between the sleeping and the dead,
The cold place where I make my home and my bed.
There's no friction, so I'm sliding through my life,
Waiting for the world to give into strife.
I can't catch or hold of the life that I want,
It slips through my fingers down into the fog.
My best is not enough, though that should be okay,
But I struggle to thrive every single day.
I hide away hope hidden deep within my soul,
I appear hopeless but I'm just keeping my expectations down low.
I don't know how much longer I can keep hoping and stifling fears
My stitching is busted so my dreams leak out with salty tears
I'll be fine, I've been through worse, I reassure myself
So why does it feel like I'm still trapped hell?