Luckily the first thing I did was install new shut off valves to my bathtub. This allowed me to turn the water on to everything else. Sadly, my reason for doing that was that I knew this wouldn’t go as planned. I just don’t have good luck with projects. The positive side of this is that it’s my bathroom and has not affected my wife in any way.
This should’ve been simple.
I checked out the Sharkbite’s compatibility - PEX will work!
Bingo. Just because I CAN do something myself doesn’t mean it’s worth doing myself haha. Free time is very valuable to me, and worth quite a lot. I tend to only DIY when the weather is shit for my chosen recreational activities.
When the calf machine ya ordered was suppose to be here yesterday and ya get to the house and the thing still ain’t here…
Stuck behind morons driving at 40mph on the slip road leading to the motorway where the traffic is travelling at 70mph. Don’t they realise how dangerous that is? Dummies.
You buy a new 13 gallon trash can and 13 gallon trash bags. You put one thing in the bag and the bag ends up at the bottom of the trash can. Do they not even try to make this shit work together?
I don’t know when this changed but I’ve done it twice now.
Hey now! I’ve been a Master Mason since 1988.
It’s just a play on his name.
Unfortunately there are no secret societies for dudes that like palindrome. Maybe the international order of Bobs?
Maybe the sator square?
That thing is neat!
Sbob?
I’m a lasagna hog. Go hang a salami.
Mic drop.
Maybe they are just secret?
Happy international palindrome day.
I lost my ID card and have to pay $25 to get it replaced - $25 for a piece of plastic!
0202 2020!
The price is to make sure you don’t lose it again, not the material cost 
Watching myself waste away even though I quit smoking and I’m sober because I’m still running to the bathroom all the time and I gave up on eating. I don’t even try anymore. Not worth the pain and nausea I have to fight through every time I put food in my mouth. So, I quit weightlifting too. It’s been over two weeks since I’ve touched a weight, can’t do much to rectify that.
Also can’t stand the anxiety that’s running my life. Or the pushiness of other people. Just makes me want to punt everybody into the subway.
Also haven’t said a word to my mother in three weeks, she’s not interested in talking to me because I won’t serve her purposes anymore. Maybe I should stop bringing this portion of my issues up, because it comes off as though I’m exaggerating somehow.
It’s getting harder to leave the house and shower again.
So, where I am? Dead, but still breathing, I think. If I die, I don’t care, if I live, I don’t care. Apathy, maybe? Or maybe I’m just a victim. Either way, I’ll take the role of the victim and all the insults/weak-mindedness/childishness associated with it. Dealing with any of it is too painful for me to think about to the point where I just walk out of therapy sessions if my past comes up. I’m hitting reserves of energy I don’t have anymore.
It doesn’t even piss me off, I’ve accepted it because I don’t see a way out of whatever I’m going through. Just makes me sad and anxious now, I turned into a shell of who I used to be. Lol. I don’t like any of it anymore. Just being normal or at least okay would be nice, but that isn’t a luxury afforded to me.
Maybe the thing that pisses me off most about all of this is that I’m going through all of it totally alone, and I am responsible for ensuring that I stay on top of everything I have to do even while I’m suffering. There isn’t any help available for me. I’m collapsing, kind of just steadily getting worse and folding in on myself. But, there’s nothing else for me to do but collapse in an attempt to keep my head above water. I’m not Anna or somebody else you guys all love, but I need help. I’m not sure what I’ll do without it and I have no idea where I can get it.
Do I go see another doctor or something? No matter what, I’m in store for at least a few more years of feeling exactly like I do right now, 24/7. Is that worth the rest of my life? I don’t know, I’m leaning towards no just because it’s all impossible. Everywhere I look, I see a wall or an obstacle preventing me from doing something I want to do or being somebody I want to be, and instead I’m just this loner loser stuck in his head about shit he makes up to scare himself. I feel like the runt of the litter, somebody that should have had a bullet popped between their eyes before they could grow up and pollute everybody around them.
When you were hospitalized, were you on an adolescent unit?
Because I think (know) it’s different on an adult unit. A lot of what you were talking about coming out sounded like adolescent drama. Adults are more focused on themselves and getting a leg up on whatever their issue is. Kids are focused on each other. Perhaps reconsidering a trip to the emergency room would be a good idea, because that’s where your physical and mental health will be addressed.
I also don’t know why you think you’ll be locked up for six months. While I’ve known kids who’ve been in for months, it has typically been a residential situation, i.e. getting them out of a toxic home situation that just kept spiraling. Not “you’ve so crazy you’ve got to be locked up!” That may have been good for you a couple of years ago, but at this point, as an adult, the system wants to spit you back out as soon as you’re stable.
Just thoughts.
Yeah, I was stuck in there.
I’m just going to hit the local drug-happy psychiatrist and hope they have something in store for me, I’m not ready to sit there and cry in front of a bunch of other people
Yeah, so they’ll hold me until I’m 18. But, because I’ve been hospitalized before, they’re not going to let me out so quickly next time. Kids stay in there for months because they’re crazy just like me. I still have 3 months until I’m 18. I don’t want to go anywhere besides my bed. And I’m now an adult? Fuckkkk that, I want the childhood I never had that I will not get
This. Shit. WILL. Pass.
Life isn’t that bad little brother.