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Today I did not go to a local Pride event
which doesnt make me feel good
but I didnt just get all better all whoosh for one day, so, it remained a bit much to try.

Then I dreamed of going back to college to study more specialised units
like something about depictions of space in media, or maybe women in space?
but it dreamed like a nightmare, made of people and queues and being the only one in a mask, and I woke up all grumpy about it because studying the problems without the solutions wasnt any fun by the end anyway.

On the plus side, ten years after graduating, my stress dreams have grasped that I have in fact graduated, so that's nice.



I just keep trying to think of a what happens next kind of a plan and like
*gestures vaguely at everything*
still coming up short on one that fits both me and the world.



I mean even looking for dream houses is kind of down to dream bungalows and or ground floor flats?
... I'm not sure there is such a thing as a dream bungalow.
stair lifts required to make dreams plausible.

eh, I'm just grouchy.

should probably go try and save Golarion again.