Fat Bunny

Category: journal

  • No Prison Can Hold Me…

    My first day of house arrest is going well, I totally didn’t go shopping for food, and definitely didn’t spend any time cleaning. I mean putting on loads of washing and making the bed isn’t really cleaning is it? And it’s only real shopping if you use a trolley and not a basket. So as…

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    Permission to Fall Down Sir?

    Up at 5am to drive a couple of hours for a doctors appointment, and people ask me why I’m not going to retire to a rural town, but I digress. My appointment this morning is for test results, because I’m incapable of just admitting that I’m falling apart without an official letter stamped in triplicate…

  • I Know how it Looks…

    A quick note about my use of tarot cards, because I know it seems to go against my personal lack of belief in anything system. I tend to draw a card each day as I have my first coffee, particularly if I have a question I’m pondering. Obviously I don’t expect the card to magically…

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    I Get Knocked Down, But…

    [record scratch, followed by silence]. Sorry Chumbawamba I’m not felling particularly resilient at the moment so I’m staying down. I don’t know if it’s exhaustion, illness, depression, or good old fashioned per Christmas angst with a dollop of grief, but I’m not up to pushing through it whatever it is. Maybe it’s all of them?…

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    I Hate the Spoon Theory…

    The spoon theory if you don’t know is popular when explaining how chronic illness etc limits what you can do, usually to people who say things like “you don’t look sick”. Spoon theory explains what it’s like to live with a fatiguing chronic illness. You start the day with a set amount of ability to…

  • Just the First Half…

    A common movie trope is the selfish single person finds fulfillment through love, or adversity. For example in the film “About a Boy”, Hugh Grants shallow playboy starts caring about people and makes his life complicated. I’m going to say the characters life in the first half of the film seems much more attractive to…

  • I Still Instantly think Dungeon Master…

    Even though I’m a long time twitter user I still find myself confused by some things that go on there. Maybe I functioned too long in a pre-social media world to feel completely comfortable separating etiquettes between digital and in real life. I know they call twitter a town square, but that implies people standing…

  • Sunshine on my Pillow…

    And other things that make me happy. A goodnight of sleep has helped my mood considerably, also I suspect deciding to take the weekend off from any farm/work activities is also a part of that. I’m doing wonderfully mundane housework stuff, a few loads of washing, sorting the pantry etc. but mainly what I’m doing…

  • It Sneaks Up…

    I’ve been feeling increasingly out of sorts all day. The objectionable sharp tongued me that I don’t like and rarely surfaces these days has been let out today, and I didn’t know why. I’m tired and stressed and that’s pretty much homeostasis for me at the moment. And then it hit me… my social media…

  • It’s got to be real nostalgia…

    I used to thrift, opshop, garage sale etc a lot, and I miss it. To be clear I don’t miss have piles of stuff everywhere, but I do miss the little adrenaline and endorphin rush from finding a particularly nice piece item out in the wild. How could you not be excited seeing a box…