Yo-Yo Morons
Mar. 7th, 2026 10:40 pmMy sleep was still meh last night, and I got up early as usual, my nocturia and nighttime horniness still bothering me, and I'm still a mental train wreck.
I went to Methodist Men's breakfast this morning and they had mostly kolaches, and I handed out a few of my flyers--they let me pin one on their empty bulletin board--and I told them I would be appearing at Nelson Brew Works tomorrow evening. I'll be sure to remember to try to hand out flyers at my church as well.
The weather suddenly got cold and it was raining a little. I shopped for some stuff at Walmart and lost my umbrella, but luckily someone found it and I got it back.
I started Yakuza 0 on my Steam Deck--I had originally played it on my PlayStation 4--but I was really distracted during my first hour, I don't know why.
I got my IDD Determination of Intellectual Disability letter that affirmed I am eligible for services, but in their evaluation of my condition they thought I said shit like "yo, yo." Do they think I'm a fucking rapper or something? I guess they misheard "you know," which is one of my huge verbal tics, and the evaluation I got from Connell and Associates must have misheard that as well. People misinterpreting, mishearing, and taking shit I say out of context is definitely one of my melting points. This is exactly how it feels like to be Trump. I do agree with them that I'm estranged from my family--and I never fucking want to go back to them--and they rightfully noted it would be difficult to hold traditional jobs due to my conditions. I tried calling them back and leaving a message but my calls failed in the middle of me leaving my messages.
I did take a 20-minute walk as my laundry was going, and the weather didn't make me perspire.
I did also manage to send emails and phone messages for the primary victors about my health suggestions and my story with psychiatry, and my ultimate dream for a Nuremberg Trial for the pharmaceutical industry for deliberately keeping us sick, but I don't know if it'll make an impact. I still think psychiatry is huge pseudoscience, and I learned about the term Munchausen syndrome by proxy--fabricating ailments in other people under their care to fulfill a need for attention and keep them under their care--which I think really applies to psychiatry, and my parents. Gays Against Groomer uses the term Transhausen for adults who affirm their children are the opposite sex when they're not.
And again I'm still stuck in that neverending mental cycle shit when shit like that "yo-yo" shit and other past trauma replays in my mind over and over without no fucking end. The only way I will ever find closure to all the past shit I've been through is hearing about all the fucktards who wronged me meeting violent deaths. See, I would have never, ever said shit like that before psych meds fucked me over.
Also, Daylight Savings Time, though I usually adjust to it quickly.
I went to Methodist Men's breakfast this morning and they had mostly kolaches, and I handed out a few of my flyers--they let me pin one on their empty bulletin board--and I told them I would be appearing at Nelson Brew Works tomorrow evening. I'll be sure to remember to try to hand out flyers at my church as well.
The weather suddenly got cold and it was raining a little. I shopped for some stuff at Walmart and lost my umbrella, but luckily someone found it and I got it back.
I started Yakuza 0 on my Steam Deck--I had originally played it on my PlayStation 4--but I was really distracted during my first hour, I don't know why.
I got my IDD Determination of Intellectual Disability letter that affirmed I am eligible for services, but in their evaluation of my condition they thought I said shit like "yo, yo." Do they think I'm a fucking rapper or something? I guess they misheard "you know," which is one of my huge verbal tics, and the evaluation I got from Connell and Associates must have misheard that as well. People misinterpreting, mishearing, and taking shit I say out of context is definitely one of my melting points. This is exactly how it feels like to be Trump. I do agree with them that I'm estranged from my family--and I never fucking want to go back to them--and they rightfully noted it would be difficult to hold traditional jobs due to my conditions. I tried calling them back and leaving a message but my calls failed in the middle of me leaving my messages.
I did take a 20-minute walk as my laundry was going, and the weather didn't make me perspire.
I did also manage to send emails and phone messages for the primary victors about my health suggestions and my story with psychiatry, and my ultimate dream for a Nuremberg Trial for the pharmaceutical industry for deliberately keeping us sick, but I don't know if it'll make an impact. I still think psychiatry is huge pseudoscience, and I learned about the term Munchausen syndrome by proxy--fabricating ailments in other people under their care to fulfill a need for attention and keep them under their care--which I think really applies to psychiatry, and my parents. Gays Against Groomer uses the term Transhausen for adults who affirm their children are the opposite sex when they're not.
And again I'm still stuck in that neverending mental cycle shit when shit like that "yo-yo" shit and other past trauma replays in my mind over and over without no fucking end. The only way I will ever find closure to all the past shit I've been through is hearing about all the fucktards who wronged me meeting violent deaths. See, I would have never, ever said shit like that before psych meds fucked me over.
Also, Daylight Savings Time, though I usually adjust to it quickly.







