Greetings, Internet! I hope everyone’s staying as safe and sane as can be. This week, I distracted myself by watching sports, watching old school cartoons, and reading a book in German that’s super useful for my dissertation. Daily summaries below!

Day Eight Hundred and Thirty-Four (6/24/22)

• Well. Fuck.
• That’s really all I can say. I mean, what hasn’t already been posted on the interwebs?
• My kitchen faucet is totally fixed now, so that’s nice at least.
• Video chatted with my bestie! It was great to catch up.
• Went outside because weather-wise, it was a nice day.
• Started watching “Eternals.” It’s fine.
• This Mets game is a lovely distraction. Especially because they won.
• Wordle: In two!
• Currently feeling: I’m not even sure at this point.
• Currently looping: Spiritbox put out three new songs a couple of days ago! I guess it’s technically an EP? It’s called Rotoscope. So that’s exciting.

Day Eight Hundred and Thirty-Five (6/25/22)

• Did the FES cycle.
• Kind of want to do some retail therapy.
• Watching US Nationals Track and Field for Allyson Felix’s final Nationals competition.
• A Swedish singer I follow on IG posted, “Happy midsummer!” And now I want to watch “Midsommar.”
• Protestors are marching down my block. Do protests in NYC actually get anything done? Like, wouldn’t this make more sense if they were protesting in Texas or DC? Asking from genuine curiosity.
• My boyfriend’s here! No joke, we watched “Dexter’s Laboratory.” Good times.
• Wordle: Whoops.
• Currently feeling: Feeling like I want to watch horror movies. Because some horror movies feature gruesome ends for people who kind of deserve it. And in a world with seemingly minimal accountability, it’s kind of cathartic.
• Currently looping: Blackway’s “What’s Up Danger” feat. Black Caviar from “Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse.” I was rewatching a bit of it earlier, and dang, I almost forgot how brilliant it is.

Day Eight Hundred and Thirty-Six (6/26/22)

• Sunday morning cartoons with the boyfriend, because there’s a ton of old school Cartoon Network stuff on HBOMax, including “What’s New, Scooby Doo?” (which is from 1969).
• Wow, that’s a loud Pride Parade. I live along the route.
• If I ever got into local politics, it would be to move all parades to Staten Island. Yes, including the Disability Pride Parade, because I don’t like any parades. They’re loud, they disrupt normal traffic patterns, and people just get trashed at them and leave messes the following morning.
• Watched the first episode of “The Haunting of Hill House.” Dang. Glad to be watching in broad daylight with this loud parade in the background. So, I guess parades are good for something.
• But also, that was super creepy.
• Did laundry.
• Did some vocal warmups for the first time in a while. Happy to do warmups without coughing (which is what happened like, a week or two after testing negative for COVID finally).
• Alas, Mets. But also, lol, Braves blowing the save.
• Wordle: In three!
• Currently feeling: Yup, would still move all parades to Staten Island.
• Currently looping: Everything in the Pride parade. There is no escaping the playlist.

Day Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven (6/27/22)

• Dang, that’s some monsoon outside.
• Worked out!
• Wondering if I could add a tattoo of a wheelchair to the overall design I’m thinking of.
• I keep forgetting to clean these makeup brushes. Whoops.
• Attempted to cook dinner for my boyfriend (who cooks for me pretty much every night he’s at my place, and is a much better cook than I am). We ended up eating grilled cheese with mushrooms, and tomato soup that I heated up from a container. Because I am a basic bro at heart.
• Okay, fine, I know how to cook, I’m just out of practice. And who doesn’t love a cheesy mushroom sandwich on sourdough bread?
• Wordle: Whoops.
• Currently feeling: The news is sad. Thank goodness for late night comedy shows.
• Currently looping: Lots of Spiritbox.

Day Eight Hundred and Thirty-Eight (6/28/22)

• Went to Push to Walk!
• Bubble tea with my mother! We realized the bubble tea place has a larger size, so, victory.
• Okay, well, these January 6th hearings have gotten more, um, WTF?
• Ugh, was really hoping Serena Williams would get the win, but dang, she fought for every point.
• Finally emailed the tattoo artist. Phew. We shall see how this goes.
• My advisor emailed me saying he’s scanned a 200-something-page book in German for me. So I know what I’m doing tomorrow.
• New wheelchair cushion! Huzzah!
• Alas, Mets.
• Wordle: Didn’t get it. Alas.
• Currently feeling: Going to go to bed late again. Whoops.
• Currently looping: Unleash the Archers’ live performance of “Tonight We Ride.”

Day Eight Hundred and Thirty-Nine (6/29/22)

• Voted for the ESPYs. This year they included Oksana Masters (Paralympic badass who specializes in cross-country skiing, biathlon, adaptive rowing, and para-cycling, NBD) in the “best athlete” category. Not just “best athlete with a disability,” but “best athlete.” About damn time.
• Finished watching “Eternals” (I watched the first half last week). They kind of put one of the most badass characters on the sidelines for most of the movie, which, rude. And got rid of one of my favorite characters halfway through the film. Also rude.
• But I’d watch a sequel. I’m just a Marvel stan at this point.
• There’s a “Baymax” series and I may need to watch it. For the cuteness.
• Therapy!
• Dang, this Mets game is close.
• And they lost. Alas.
• Ugh, PMS cramps. They haven’t been this bad in a few months.
• Went outside for grocery shopping hoping the exercise would help my cramps. It did not.
• Ugh, I don’t want to eat.
• Wordle: In four!
• Currently feeling: PMS hurts, folks. I may have to go to bed earlier out of necessity.
• Currently looping: Saweetie’s “Swan Song” feat. NIKI.

Day Eight Hundred and Forty (6/30/22)

• Did the FES cycle. Watched some Wimbledon. Go, Rafa!
• Also, tennis commentators continue to be the worst. They thought the number one seed on the women’s side would win her next set of a match 6-1 or 6-2, when the set had just begun. She lost the set 6-4. She would go on to win the match, but commentators in tennis (ESPECIALLY in tennis) act as though they know what’s going to happen, and are often incorrect. It’s fine to make predictions (e.g. “this series will go to five games” in an NBA playoffs broadcast), but to guess how an ongoing tennis set will go is like judging who will win a basketball game after the first quarter. Just keep it to yourself.
• I find tennis commentators extremely irritating, in case that wasn’t clear.
• Dang, can ESPN pay me a ton of money to make poorly constructed guesses?
• My mother and I had gelato, because it’s really hot outside.
• Got to reading a book in German that my advisor wanted me to read. Got two pages in. Dang, my German reading is slow. But this is going to be a hella useful book, I know it.
• Cleaned some makeup brushes.
• Wordle: Didn’t get it. Also didn’t understand what the word meant (i.e. how to use it in a sentence). Rude.
• Currently feeling: This book is going to take quite a long time to read. But I’d rather read this book than listen to the idle prattle of tennis commentators.
• Currently looping: Placebo’s live performance of their cover of Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill.”

Thanks so much for reading! Stay safe, wear a mask, and watch Wimbledon on mute to avoid unhelpful commentary!