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[Sirus]

Moved half way across the country yesterday. New place has no furniture in my room and no internet.
I miss my old place...

Forgive the obvious question, but if you like your old place so much, why did you move?

[Korbac]

North Wales, unless it's another part of a fever dream. I think he tagged it in a map.

[Max White]

Forgive the obvious question, but if you like your old place so much, why did you move?

Room mate moving and I couldn't find anywhere else.
The asshole literally gave me five days notice.

[Sirus]

Forgive the obvious question, but if you like your old place so much, why did you move?

Room mate moving and I couldn't find anywhere else.
The asshole literally gave me five days notice.

You don't go to school with MetalSlimeHunt, do you? Sounds like you have his roommate's twin.

[Max White]

All roommates are assholes, otherwise they aren't roommates, they are friends that you live with.

[Euld]

I had good roommates in college.  All of them were really nice.  Wait does that mean?...

* Euld is frightened of the implications o_o

[Frumple]

Forgive the obvious question, but if you like your old place so much, why did you move?

Room mate moving and I couldn't find anywhere else.
The asshole literally gave me five days notice.

You don't go to school with MetalSlimeHunt, do you? Sounds like you have his roommate's twin.

Wrong side of the planet

Though I guess it'd be pretty interesting if they managed it anyway. Quantum doorways, or... something.

In sad-things, I get to have a six hour ride tomorrow, followed by formal wear the next day. May end up shaving before it's over with, I'unno. Not looking forward to... any of it, except seeing the aunt (she's having retirement parties in a couple days.) again. Frumple and formal don't mix well. Plus they're trying to get me to wear an undershirt and my instinctual response to people that try to get me to wear layers in Florida is murder. Little bit of headbutting the last few days.

Some days it's annoying to have such tremendous difficultly grokking the whole... clothes, thing. Like... matching socks. Matching socks can go blow themselves. They fit, they're comfortable, and no one will see them. Does it really matter that one's purple and the other not? So far as anyone besides me is concerned, they might as well be Schroedinger's Sock, all colors and none simultaneously. Representative case. Other stuff like that going down. No one's actually able to give me a reason why, so I get stubborn. Like the undershirt. So long as it can't be seen, why does it matter what's on it or what shape it takes? Can turn one of my t-shirt's inside out and wear that, no one but me could tell the difference and I. Don't. Care.. But no, food people raise fuss. My comprehension checks are failing.

Meh. At least it's finally getting decently chilly, and I hit the realization that I can close the AC vent and keep it feeling alright in my room. It's something. I need cold occasionally to stay even this rough facsimile of sane.

[scriver]

North Wales, unless it's another part of a fever dream. I think he tagged it in a map.

I believe he mentioned living on and altitude, so hopefully he's all right.

[Darvi]

And then Euld was the asshole roommate.

[Kagus]

Aaaand it's been confirmed...  I am losing my apartment on December 31st.

[scriver]

That's fucking shameful. Aren't you Norwegian? It should be forbidden to throw people out right before the coldest taffing months starts.

[Kagus]

Student housing, so it's the spring semester buy-out.  Apparently, I'd missed the part where the email that says "Hey!  Your contract expires on December 31st!" (and NOTHING else) was supposed to be interpreted as "Hey!  You need to renew your contract within one week of receiving this email, otherwise we will give your apartment to someone else".

I should, hopefully, be able to spend some time with my dad's cousin.  She has a decent-sized place and an extra apartment add-on around back.  Still though...

[GlyphGryph]

She has hypomanic periods.  She got the bipolar diagnosis when she was 16, about six years ago.  And no, I don't know what she's taking.  All I know is that it's making her gain weight rapidly, which is hurting her self-image, and that she tried asking her therapist for a different medication and he didn't want to give her anything else because she was just "being unreasonable".

Hmm... Seroquel, most likely.

Anyways, what the hell does her Therapist have to do with whether or not she can switch meds, anyway? I guess it works differently in other countries...

[scriver]

If it's anything like Sweden, the therapist is the one prescribing them.

[Kagus]

Because the specialist doctor she's seeing doesn't actually make the diagnosis or keep a psychiatric history of her.  Hell, he barely even knows who she is, and each time it comes 'round to refill the prescriptions, he asks her what it was he was supposed to be giving her.

So, by my understanding, she could theoretically get him to write up pretty much anything.  But she doesn't want to go shooting off on different medicines and dosages on her own, and the therapist she sees doesn't want to discuss those options.