First week after my time off was rough, certainly need to adjust to it again.
I certainly did not miss the place, and the people.

I don't know if I mentioned that I had a pantry moth problem in my kitchen.
It started about a year ago, when I saw some larvae on the ceiling.
Managed to extermiate most of the moths, never saw the larvae agian.
Saw no moths or larvae for quite some time, come home today, 20 of these larvae on the ceiling.
Killed them, and some 15 more later.

That really ***ed with me, my place is not super tidy or clean, but clean enough so I don't get insects.
That really messes with that image.
I hope I can exterminate them for good.

Some Vodka, please.

That theory made the rounds after the attack.
The delusion on the mainstream/left side is real.
Just so they don't have to admit a muslim did this.

Content Creator.

Groundhog day, I am not feeling good.
The first week of my holiday was ruined by a cold.
The second week was wasted at home.
I wanted to do so much, cycle all the way to Berlin, I even bought saddle bags.
Didn't happen in the end, I am great at making plans but fail to turn them into action.

I did start model building again, and the smell of putty and glue made me feel like a child agian.

I have some Somersby Cider, please.

This is exactly why I put gloves over my headphones.
Not literal gloves but these things you can buy to put over the speaker part of your headphone.

https://youtu.be/1VQ2N-iKe1s?si=vqq-mp2x-4tN_gJa

To say that the geopolitical happening of the last few months hasn't affected me would be an understatement. Iran war, Trump abolishing democracy, and our (German) government playing catch-up and treating its own people with such contempt and disgust while openly displaying greed and corruption and enabling an even worse  authoritarianism and people cheering for it, is troubling me deeply.
It is quite revolting, but unlike the French, we are most obedient and don't go out and protest unless it's for the most dogshit or dumb things imaginable.

My addiction, like my eating, is a product of the l constant mental stress that I am going through. If I could just escape all of this and get some respite, I could recover. Luckily, I do have a two-week holiday coming up, in which I intend to do a lot of cycling, even cycling to Berlin to express my anger in a legal way. But to be honest, that's just a plan, and what will happen is that I will just sit home all day wasting away, thinking myself to death.

I have gained a lot of weight, and I feel very unhappy with it, but in the end, I will not do anything to address it other than complain and beat myself up.

I really don't know what to do or how to hold on anymore. Nothing brings me joy anymore, and at work, I just feel like a robot, like a cog in a system that is slowly falling apart.

I have been reading some more classic literature lately, and that is the reason why my writing is a bit old-fashioned today.

One Gin-Tonic, please.

It's real, I looked it up, it's legit.

Oh hey, Civvie!

Don't forget Ngubu