Sep. 15th, 2015
If I'm not responding to your posts or messages, I'm not snubbing you, it's just that I have limited uptime, and am using most of it on stuff like calling doctors/insurance and driving to the grocery store. I'm not leaving the house most days right now.
So, please assume that most of the time, I have approximately the mental energy necessary to hit "like" and "reblog" on Tumblr, and that's about it.
A while back I was driving somewhere with my parents, and Mom mentioned "The Woolly Worm Festival."
Me, being negative: Does the festival get cancelled if they go extinct?
Mom: Wow, you're negative today...
Me: Have you seen any this year? I don't think I have, and I don't remember seeing them last year, either.
Mom: ...You know, I haven't. - they're not extinct, dear.
Me: We are all doomed.
Mom: Do I need to email your psychiatrist again?
Me: No, she knows, I told her. I told her we're all doomed.
We stopped for lunch, but the restaurant was crowded and loud, and I fled outside and stood under a tree for a while. I zoned out for a while, and kind of blinked back into existence when a woman at a table nearby yelled at me.
Her: - on your shirt, honey.
Her: There's a big woolly worm on your shirt! It climbed right up your leg while you were standing there.