Watching the London crap. It defines human's to attempt to seek so semblance of understanding in unusual, stressful and surreal experiences. Selfies of people with the dead, my local train station here- having more police present today. To find a strand of security when stuff is not in our control. I do that.
Today I have stated the whole process of applying for housing- again, 7 months later from first round. So hours more waiting for burns specialists, psychologist, doctor- support letters. All of everything- again even tho they already have it.
So my way of dealing with my surreal stuff (like having to consider getting a second hand couch- when I have one of 2 beautiful Chesterfield's not 30 minutes from where I sit) to maintain respect, privacy and prevent ignition of bad feelings with the ex) by art, writing and posting crappy jokey things here.
UGH, CRAP. CRUD. and lots of really, really non sexist rude words. For some reason, my right arm has started hurting.