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The Fates: Clotho – Lachesis – Atropos

Known in Greek myth as incarnations of destiny; the Spinner, the Allotter, and the Inevitable. 

well, Ezekiel DID use Clotho’s wheel to mend his jumpers that one time (tho really it ought to have been a distaff and not a spinning wheel). 

So today is a bad day. I just had a bath with my Sakura bath bomb, @kath-ballantyne is making me food, and we may make pear ice cream later with the little corella pears that never ripened that she put in to roast in the oven.

Which is all lovely. But it felt like the hardest thing in the world to even move. I couldn’t go to the gym even though the exercise might help because just the thought of leaving the house made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.

When I get like this it’s paralysing. I know I’m hungry but I can’t do anything about it. I am literally unable to open my mouth and say, “I need food.” The words are there, the need to eat is there, but I cannot speak, let alone go to the kitchen, look at what we have and come up with a meal, even if that meal is just juice drunk from the carton.

I can’t focus enough to read, even when I know escapism would be helpful. I can’t game. The will to do things is there, but the actual ability is as inaccesible to me as if I never had it at all.

I left the water in the bath. I may get in it again later, if I need to.

So I hadn’t cut my hair in about six years and it was most of the way down my back. It’s one of the hottest summers on record and I reached my limit. So I got @kath-ballantyne to attack me with scissors. She’s been my hairdresser since I was seventeen/eighteen.

Short. Really short. Shorter than I’ve ever had it. So comfortable. It dried in about a half an hour when I washed it, rather than, oh, eight hours. It’s short enough that it’s not tickling the back of my neck or my forehead, which are major sensory issues for me. And it should be easy enough to maintain. The ridiculously tiny amount of shampoo I need! Seriously, I was using a cupped palmful before, this time, it took like a ten-cent piece dab.

For now, it’s longer on top, but if I decide in a week that I want it shorter all over, we can do that.

My white supremacist, islamophobic, conspiracy theorist uncle is here right now and I’m dealing as best I can by chewing the heck out of my Droplet from stimtastic (to save my poor hands) and reading adorable Steve/Bucky gay porn. I figure that combined with being unrepentantly queer and autistic is as close as I can get to punching fascism in the face today seeing as how he’s not my guest and it’s not my house.

8k today! Ran for 2m30s minutes of White Noise, 2m of 21st Century, all of Listen Up Suzie (2m8s) and all of I’m Not Okay (3m8s).

Today’s Music: White Noise by The Living End and May Death Never Stop You by My Chemical Romance
Today’s Weight: 71.7kg