Good goat times today. Ahh, much better. Nature’s antidepressants. Always happier when I’m with goats.
Wasn’t sure what to expect of the weather today. The forecast yesterday was changing up and down. From “massive rainshowers” to “possible rainshowers”. I thought I was in for a rainy day. But it turned out to stay dry. Mostly grey and felt pretty humid. But the sun was trying to get through, it was decently warm with a fresh wind. N ot too bad.
The goats were a little subdued. Felt like they had a little less energy than usual. Well, I got my big greeting and there was headbutting and shenanigans. A good deal of tired sitting around too. Maybe the grey humidity weighted them down a little. But they were fine, and it was just really good to spend time with them. Grabbed me some lapgoat time with Sky, light as a feather. Lots of licks from Luna, if she can’t get to my face she’ll just lick my arms for ages. Maybe it’s my peanut bodywash. Bella got some good slides on the platform.
All in a ll a good goat day, and good to see Jeanette again. Won’t be too long before she goes on vacation, so we have to enjoy her company too.
And now it’s time for some soup, with a proper spoon because I’m fancy like that.
13/7 2026
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Triple tired goat score. Snorey bunch.

13/7 2026
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Needed some of that sweet Luna love.

13/7 2026
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Facing the music, Bella snouty.

13/7 2026
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It’s not bodywash, but it’s a good peanut for Sky.

13/7 2026
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Rest in peace, Sam Neill. Jurassic Park was a monumental movie for me as a teenage boy in the early CGI days. For that movie alone, he is legend. Maybe the got some of his DNA so they can bring him back one day, who knows.
13/7 2026
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Is that a thumbs down button on fb comments now? I hate change. More tiny icons with no alt-text, just great. I’m definitely not going to be hitting that by mistake.
14/7 2026
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tsch-tsch-tsch

14/7 2026
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Politics aside, I still love this digital short. “I know you say there are no gays in Iran, but you’re in New York now baby”.
Oh and how about that war? It’s war! It’s not war! It’s war! It’s not war! Are therer straits in NY?
When did life become a fkn snl sketch.

14/7 2026
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Not a great day today. Slept too much. Made more bad decisions. Sweatted in the sun. But that’s okay. Tomorrow’s another day, another chance to succeed. Keep playing those numbers and some day you’ll hit the jackpot. Buckle up and endure now, sweet thing.

14/7 2026
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If you don’t turn on your alarm you won’t have to hit snooze, take a page out of Bella’s big book of dreams.

14/7 2026
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goatlog

15/7 2026
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Got an hour and a half on the bike today. So I got that going for me.
Felt pretty good. I like exercising in the heat. Just have to get back to a rhythm of it. I have been seriously slacking. I know that a regular schedule of goating and exercise is good for me, it’s healthy, it will make me feel better.
But it’s sooo easy to just sleep and sit and do nothing and eat unhealthy things. That rhythm is easy to get into and it gives instant graitification. Going out and doing things and eating healthy is delayed gratification and a harder rhythm to get into.
Anyway. I got it done today, so that’s good.
My ribs are getting better. Especially on the right side. I’m not sure if I actually wrote about it, but I bruised a rib on the left sidt AFTER the blackout rib/chest hurt. So, the pain from whatever happened when I was blacked out, that is almost gone. But on the left side there’s still pain from that one rib. I think I bent or bruised it just by leaning over in my chair, because that’s how frail I am.
I also managed to smack myself on the chest with my rod today. Don’t you hate when that happens? I did not realise how tricky the rod exercises are when it’s this hot. Your hands are just immediately sweaty. And let me tell you, it’s hard to get a good grip on your rod when your hands are that sweaty. We’ve all been there, right?
So my grip slipped and the tight coil sprang and the rod slapped my chest. At least it wasn’t my face. I’m going to need to get some paper towels to do the rod exercises when it’s this hot.
Now I can relax for the rest of the day. One day a day.
15/7 2026
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Sky in the field of dreams of treats.

15/7 2026
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Good goat times today. A Beautiful sunny day. It’s heatwave in Denmark again. Not as brutal as a few weeks ago. But it’s quite hot.
I wasn’t feeling too great today. Didn’t sleep well. I walked around feeling almost dizzy like I was going to fall asleep in mid walk. Had to eat one of the pears I had brought for the goats, because I hadn’t eaten breakfast. And that probably wasn’t smart in the heat and my state.
But hey I survived. I’m very tired now. And my back is hurting a lot. It’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten in worse shape. Have to get back to more stretches and exercises. Never nothing.
Anyway, the goating was lovely. Sitting in the sun with the girls. And running around for a bit. Bella and Luna got in a big huff of headbutting and sprinting around. I may have doaded, and goated, them on a bit. They were running from platform to platform and practically doing pirouettes. They got really worked up. While Sky sat in the grass and looked at them like “where do the yungins get that kind of energy”.
We had some sweet visitors too. They didn’t come in the pen, but they were chatting with the goats, and that was very sweet.
I may have had a few head-dropping half-naps.
Both in the goat pen and after I came home.
Gonna get me some soup now. And try to find a sitting position that helps the pain. I wish I could just get rid of this body. Any takers?
16/7 2026
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SkyLove

16/7 2026
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Gotta get my Luna loving too, always happily huggable.

16/7 2026
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The first ever episode of the Hitch-hikers Guide To The Galaxy was broadcast on radio on Wednesday March 8th 1978.
Exactly one week before I was born. Isn’t that something? I mean, it’s something that I don’t know what it is.
Just finished reading the 2½ Dirk Gently books. Very much enjoyed them. I feel like reading more Douglas Adams, so I put Last Chance To See on the MP3 player, as I ihaven’t read that. I have read HGTG several times, but I think I may give the radio series a listen. Don’t think I have ever listened to that.
I’ll refreain from telling the school librarian anecdote for the 5th time, you’re welcome.
16/7 2026
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Today’s attempt at a selfie with Bella and Luna.

16/7 2026
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16/7 2026
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Thunder came rolling through. It sounds nice when you have the balcony doors open.
It’s another hot day, but it looks like the heatave is ending. The forecast says lower temps and some rainy days.
It’s been a pretty hot summer, by Danish standards. Or maybe it’s just that it gets hotter in this apartment. Won’t be long before I start complaining that it’s too cold!
17/7 2026
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‘Intellect and romance over brute force and cynicism’
This continues to be a thing that makes happy every time I watch it. Somewhere out there, there is a timeline where Craig Ferguson still has a late night show and somehow that prevented all the sht that has happened in this shthole of a timeline.

17/7 2026
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If you need an 8 minute break from reality, here’s Bella and Luna’s playtime. I love when they get so excited that they just sprint off.
17/7 2026
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I thought I heard the ice cream!
When I was a kid, that bell was always so exciting. HjemIs. HomeIce. What kind of sorcery is this, you ear a bell and you go to the van and you hand over cash and YOU GET ICE CREAM. Tell me that’s not magic. Why don’t they have that with pizza. And bee and jays.
Just have vans driving around delivering great stuff. This is my new business plan, I’m going to be so rich. Send me some crypto if you want to invest, bro.
Okay, happy Saturday.
18/7 2026
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Fuck. I blacked out again.
Putting the pieces of my mind back together again. What I did today. I had groceries delivered this morning. And I ordered pizza. And I ate that. And I was watching The Hawk. Tne new Will Ferrell show. I watched the first episode. And I can see I was 7 minutes into episode 2 when I paused that. I wonder if that’s when the attack came on. I can see that I opened my text editor and typed in “17;16”. typing in the clock when I felt hte attack coming on. A quarter past 5. I more or less back to self aware at 17:49. So. I was out for a bout half an hour. And now the pieces of the puzzle are coming back together.
I was really hoping I was beyond this. But I guess not. Whatever it is, it’s still going on.
Last time it happened was Saturday the 27th June, so 3 weeks ago. I got the hospital appointment in September. I wonder if I should contact my own doctor and say it’s still happening
Fux it. This really sucks. It’s such a nasty, horrible feeling. Coming back from the oblivion and not knowing where you are and what you were doing and what has happened today and everything. Ugh.
I can’t think of anything particular that would have triggered it. Last time was a Saturday too, but that was after exercising. I didn’t exercise today. Did I sleep too much last night? I still have a feeling it might be connected to sleep problems.
It’s just a frightening and uncomfortable thing. Last time it happened it was the hard heatwave. Today it’s pretty cool, I had both balcony doors open and wind going through, it hasn’t been a hot time in here.
It’s just past 6 pm now. The pieces of the puzzle slowly fitting. I was planning to eat ice cream today, some of the ice cream I had in the grocery delivery. And leftover pizza.
Ugh.
It’s such a horrible feeling. Not knowing what you were doing, what you’ve been doing, what you were planning to do. It’s such a scary feeling, being lost in your own head. The fear that it won’t come back, that you’re just lost, that you have lost yourself forever. But thankfully it always does seem to come back.
I guess I was just sitting here in my chair in front of the computer through the whole thing. I don’t think I got up, or did anything weird while I was in my trance state.
I can see my last fb update about the ice cream van was at 14:20. Pizza was delivered at 14:42. So I ate that. And then watched 1½ episodes of The Hawk. And around 17:15 I started getting that mental deja vue wooshy feeling that preceeds the blackouts. Turns to my txt file and noted the time and.. then I was out.
Okay. Well i guess now I just have to get back on track.
At least I don’t seem to have hurt myself or done anything bad. Hopefully no more cracked ribs.
Damn it.
18/7 2026
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Okay, I guess I’m heading to bed. Tired and sad. Feeling defeated. What is the point of everything? My brain is malfunctioning, my body is falling apart, the world is dumpster fire. I just want to sleep and not wake up.
But hey hey, thank you everyone for the comments, suggestions and support. I appreciate that there are people who care about me, it makes it harder to not care about myself, even if that’s where my mind always slides.
Alright, shut up now, me. Tomorrow’s another day, probably. See you when we get there.
18/7 2026
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Oh hello, Facebook. You’re up?
I managed to get out of bed. After about 11 hours. I don’t know if people who haven’t experienced depression can really understand how physical it can feel. Like a hand holding you down, like a blanket covering you. It can be hard to wrestle away from it.
To be honest, I probably would have stayed in bed longer if it wasn’t for tummy issues. Depression also helped me eat extremely poorly yesterday. So I had to get out of the bed…
And then I go on Facebook and I’m told that my account is temporarily unavailable. My first thought was “Great, did I write something completely horible in my bad state yesterday and it got me banned?”. But looking at other social media I could see lots of people complaining about the issue, so I figured it was a general fb problem and not something with my account specifically.
And now it seems to be working.
I am not quite working. I was supposed to exercise today. But I’m not going to. I slept too long, I may nap more in the comy chair. Probably order junk food and feel bad for myself. Because that always helps.
Tomorrow is another week. I just… am really tired. Of being me. Of the world. Of everything. I just wish it would all go away.
But hey hey I’ll feel better when I’m with the goats. Fight to live another day.
Thanks again everyone for the support. Sorry to be a buzzkill. When my Lost numbers win me the lottery I’ll send you all a cheque for therapy services rendered.
19/7 2026
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Getting ready to head to bed. Don’t know how much I will sleep. Slept way too long today and also took a nap. So I’ll have to see about that.
It hasn’t been a good weekend. Blackout and bad decision. Starting to formulate the plan for improving things, so hopefully I can follow through on all that. First order of business, stop eating cakes. I have been eating cake almost every day. And I mean, like eating a family sized cake all on my own. Because I can’t do things in moderation. I can’t have a slice of cake, I have to eat thew hole thing. Very expensive and very unhealthy. So. I have a two half cakes in the fridge. I should throw them out, but I will probably eat them tomorrow. But then. No more ordering cakes. I promise! (probably). No more. And then there are other things. Need to get back to more goating and exercising and eating better and there are some things I’m going to try to improve sleep.
I know I should contact my doctor about the blackout. But I am feeling very avoidant. I have an appointment in a couple of weeks to get blood tests done and some other stuff, for the potassium concerns. I think I may wait until then and bring it up there. And then it will be like a month until my hospital appointment at the neuro clinic. And since these attacks come like once every 3-4 weeks, it’s probably fine. Probably.
I’m just very tired and sad and my main concern right now is just being able to get out of bed and try to halt some of my most self-destructive behaviour.
Got the stress of the parking situation looming too. Two weeks from now I don’t know if I’ll be able to get deliveries anymore… I mean, I hope it will be okay. But you know me what worry.
Oh, I do also worry if something is up with my throat. This evening I have started feelign a scratchy throat. Not really pain. But having to clear my throat a lot. Some coughing. Feels like there could be something building. It’s been a fairly cold day, I’m trying to find a balance with keeping my balcony doors open to get some fresh air in, but not letting it get too cold. I have started using my mouth spray again, I haven’t had a really bad throat infection since I started using that spray years ago. Hopefully it will keep me well now, if something is brewing.
Sorry for all the whining. It helps me to write stuff out though. Raise your hand if you wish fb was still down!
One day a day, I’ll do my bester tomorrow. Be butter.
19/7 2026
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Good goat times today. Finally, back where I belong. I can’t remember the last time I went more than a week without goating. Crazy.
So good to see the girls again. Thankfully they hadn’t forgotten about me. Or the treats. And good to see Jeanette again and have a little chat about everything, she worries about me too of course.
And it went fine physically today. I was a little worried if I was ready to go. But it was fairly fine. With painkillers. And I didn’t get mauled by the goats. I was a little concerned they’s be crashing into my ribs and chest. But thankfully they didn’t. It was raining a lot of the time today, so that put a natural damper on things.
Jeanette had closed the hatch in the goat house so Sky could set in the spot under the half roof and keep dry, without being chased off. Wish we could find a little dog(goat) house for her. That red playhouse at the old place would fit her perfectly.
Jeanette dropped off a trailer-load of greens from her estate. The goats enjoyed those. Enough to go out in the rain for a bit to get them. I dragged some of them up in the goat house so they could munch inside.
Later on the rain did die down, so I could spend some time outside with them all. A cool 14C/57F. Quite a change from the heatwave a week or so ago.
Just a quiet little day, as I try to get back to a better mental and physical state. Better with goats.
6/7 2026
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Morning goats. Sky got her spot under the roof, so at least she can keep dry.

6/7 2026
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So good to be back with my SkyGirl.

6/7 2026
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Funny thing: I only had one table spoon.
I say “had” because I manage to throw it out while taking down teh trash today.
So here was me cooking up a pot of soup, realising I did not have any table spoons.
Sheesh.
I ended up eating oup out of the pot with.. a measuring cup? What’s it called? A small one, I guess it’s a 1 ml? dl? I forget the terms.
Anyway, that was dumb. Now I’m ordering new spoons.
Life is strange.
6/7 2026
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Missed my Luna smooches.

6/7 2026
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Great. A new thing to worry about.
I got a notice from the housing association saying that on August 3rd they will be shutting down the parking area outside my building. Until.. 2028. So, basically forever.
I knew something would happen with the parking space, because they are starting renovations on the neighbouring building. That’s why I had to be relocated and moved out of the building.
I didn’t think they would shut down the entire parking area. I thought they would make some kind of access ramp or something, something so people could still park outside our huilding.
But now I am scared. What is that going to mean to my grocery deliveries? If the delivery people can’t park right outside the building, are they going to still deliver to me?
The notice said that renters are directed to park in other parking areas in the neighbourhood. But can delivery people do that? They would have to drag the deliveries from different parking areas to my building, and as far as I can tell there would be no access to my building that doesn’t involve going up and down stairs outside.
It would have a severe negative impact on my life if I couldn’t get grocery deliveries anymore. It changed my life for the better when I started getting them delivered. Instead of lugging all those heavy Pepsi bottles…
And what about mail? If the postman and package delivery companies can’t park outside our building, are they still going to deliver to us?
And also, my parents. They have severe mobility issues. Often when they come here they take a taxi straight to the front door. They won’t be able to do that anymore. I don’t even know if my mom and dad can make it up and down the stairs outside, I don’t think there would be any path to walk around anymore.
Since they’re shutting down the parking area, that also means no more trash cans outside here. We sort the garbage into different sets. Food, glass, metal, paper etc. Spoons. *shakes head*.
So I’ll have to lug my trash to the contraineers in front of other buildings. That won’t be too bad, I can deal with that. But not being able to get deliveries would be disastrous, and it would be a lot harder for my parents to get here.
So yeah. This really sucks. I guess I can’t do anything but wait and see how bad it will get. It’s not like I can do anything about it. Maybe it would have been better if I had taken the other apartment I had offered to me. That was also on the top floor, which would probably have meant less noise than I’m experiencing now. Further away from the construction sites too. But okay. Hindsight is… better than blindness.
Ugh. This is feeding my depression and anxiety. There is always something. Never nothing.
7/7 2026
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Got an hour twenty on the bike today. Back to exercising for the first time since the blackout after last one, a week and a half ago.
So I had some trepidation going back. But it went fine. No blackouts at least. Physically I am definitely at a deficit. Muscles felt pretty strong. But with the pain iny my ribcage and just general body ache, it was not a lot of fun. Had to be careful doing the bendy rod exercises. And swinging my arms around during some of the intervals.
It was tough after a week and a half of basically sitting still and eating junk. But the important part is getting back into the rhythm, I can get more intense later. Just have to do SOMETHING.
And I’ll see what the new rhythm becomes. I am not sure I want to go back to 4 exercise days. With two hour sessions and then all the stretching and showering and everything around it. It’s just a lot of time and energy to spend on it. I will probably slow down a bit. And I can’t do the licorice diet any more. So I just have to find a new way of doing things. I’ll be chunkier, but hopefully I can make it work.
Good to get back on the bike after all. And I got confirmation of something I had suspected. I had moved the bike when I was in my blackout trance. Don’t ask me why. It’s a fairly heavy bike and I have vibration cup things under it, so it doesn’t just slide around. It takes some thought and effort to move it. It’s not a mindless task. It’s so weird to think that I do stuff like that in a trance. It makes me wonder what else I might do in that state. And how did I hurt my ribcage and chest. Was it a fall or pushing against something? Maybe I pushed agains the bike to move it and that’s what did it? I don’t know. I’m worried about doing crazy in that state.
But, I think I have been sleeping better since I stopped the licorice. And I have a suspicion maybe the blackouts are connected to sleep. So maybe I won’t have any more blackouts now tra la la. Let’s hope.
I’ll focus on getting back to a proper rhythm of goating and exercising. I need those things. And then I’ll see what else happens.
Ugh my body aches and it’s hard to take deep breaths. Just takes time now.
8/7 2026
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I was looking up When The Wind Blows on wikipedia and I see that it was directed by a Jimmy Murakami. So now I know three Murakamis. A writer, a director and a totally awesome berryfabulator.
But that’s not important right now.
8/7 2026
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Alright, let’s end the day with some goat content. Triple goat score multiplier.

8/7 2026
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Good goat time today. Getting back into the swing of things. And back to summer. After a couple of stormy days with rain, the sun came back today. Not quite heatwave territory, but getting up around 28C/82F and that’s hot for Denmark.
So lots of sitting around and relaxing in the sun with the girls. Good stuff. My body is still quite pained. With painkillers it’s not too bad, but I’m still moving slowly and trying to take care.
Got some sweet lapgoat time with Luna. She’s gotten too big for that really, but if I keep her at an angle she still fits. Mostly. And I got some fun exercise with Sky. Got her worked up and sprinting around again. I’m glad she’s still got some moves, in her old age. Makes me laugh when she gets worked up. But it makes me a little sad too, because it reminds me of her running around with Milo. I know it wasn’t up to me, but I still feel guilty about sending him away. I hope he is doing okay in his new home, still.
But a lovely time in the sun with the goats. Can’t ask for much better than that.
I stopped by the local grocery store afterwards, to see if they had some good B & J flavors. I did buy a couple, but it still boggles my mind that there are so few BJ flavours in Denmark. They had Half Baked and Chocolate Fudge Brownie. And that’s it. Same thing when I look online. I’m jealous of you Americans who can apparently get all the B and Jays you like.
But I shall enjoy some iced cream tonight, after the soup that I will cook up now. Isn’t that what all people do on hot summer days? Eat hot soup and then cool down with a B & J? I imagine so.
Trying not to worry too much about the things I worry too much about. Taking it easy, keeping it breezy.
9/7 2026
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Lots and lots of sunshine today, but some clouds too. I think Sky may be wondering if she can take a bite.

9/7 2026
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Between two goats.

9/7 2026
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Who is that human gnome, and is he related to the three corinthians?
9/7 2026
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Luna is the best hugger. I love how when I put my arm on her she’ll step into it so I can give her a real bear hug. I mean, goat hug. So different from Bella, if I put my arm around her she will step away. She can be affectionate, but she doesn’t want to be constricted or held tight. But Luna is a huggy goat.

9/7 2026
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For the premium subscribers, bleats’n’berries by sky.
10/7 2026
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Seriously, shouldn’t Bee And Jays make a Bleatenberry flavour? Obviously the goat berries would be chocolate, or licorice. Maybe it could be made of goat milk? Is that a common thing? But surely goatmilk iced cream with chocolate berry nuggets, it would be a great hit in the goat cumminty. There are tens of us!
My apartment is toasting now. I am drowsy in heat. Sorry, drowsy in THE heat. Word matters.
Had a delivery of pepsi and banana today. It was late. When you pay for delivery in a certain time period, you want it to come in that period. But okay, being that I am now worried about the future of my deliveries, I won’t make a stink about half an hour.
They delivery other things than groceries. For example, spoons. As I mentioned I accidentally threw out my only table spoon recently. So the last two times I have had soup I have had to eat it awkwardly with a little measuring cup to spoon up the soup.
Well, today I got 4 new spoons. Unfortunately they weren’t very good spoons. They were sort of longer than they were deeper. The head part. You know? That doesn’t make for good soup eating. Thankfully my mother was kind enough to give me one of their table spoons. My parents have good table spoons, with heads that are more round than long. Good for soup. So now I have a good spoon for soup, and four replacement ones in case of an emergency.
That’s the news in spoons.
Man, it’s getting hot in herre. I hope my computer doesn’t combust. It hasn’t done a spontaneous shutdown since the last time I had the problems, but I’m worried about how hot it’s getting now. I really need a new one. And instead I’m spending a ton of money on junk food, because I am smart and I don’t self-sabotage. Hooraay.
MY chest and ribs are starting to improve, although still not great. To shreds you say? Oh my.
10/7 2026
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I have been listening a lot to Corook the last couple of weeks. A lot. They are queer and non-binary and I kind of enjoy how angry right-wingers would be at their very existance.
But it’s a funny mix of sort of novelty geek humor and deeply personal emotional pain. Corook is a … bigboned them. There are a lot of their lyrics about weight and self-identity and insecurity and pain that I can deeply, deeply, DEEPLY relate to. There are things about me that.. well, I don’t know how apparent they are. Because they are deeply complicated and painful to myself.
So, ITT: a few of my favourite songs. I would highly recommend you check out Corook. Even if you don’t care about the deper meanings, they have some plain old good songs.
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If I could find the younger me I’d hug her and I’d hold her. Say, “You have everything you need”, I’m okay getting older.

10/7 2026
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It’s very hot again. Sweaty, sticky, making bad decision. Maybe I should move to Greenland to cool down. I’m pretty sure nothing could go wrong there.
By the way, my condolences to the US soccerball team. They got beaten pretty badly. I am sure FIFA will present them with an honorary peace prize or something, though. Just make the call!
Okay, I’ll shut up. I am still proud that the Danish team valiantly completely failed to qualfy in the most spectacular way. To send a message to the world. That’s right. We’re standing up to the big bad America by even refusing to try to be good enough to participate in teh SHAM tournament.
And I’m definitely not going to be jealous if Norway wins the whole thing. Fkn Haaland, I bet he grew up on goat’s milk.
Ok ok, shutting up I was.
Time keeps on slipping, I don’t know where the road is heading. I am feeling sweaty and gross and sad today, but who knows what tomorrow will bring. Hope you’re all doing alright out there. Be the watering can in the drought, the boat in the flood, the metaphor in the last sentence of the post.
11/7 2026
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On the bright side, I have 5 table spoons now. I am pretty sure that is the most table spoons I have had in my adult life. Movin’ on up!
11/7 2026
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Goodnight, and to everyone who’s not doing well, I hope we’re doing better tomorrow.

11/7 2026
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goatlog

12/7 2026
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I have been singing the chorus to I’m Not Doing Well over and over in my head. Why? Well. Because. I’m not doing well I’m not doing well I’m not doing well.
Struggling a bit. Continuing to make bad decisions, despite being aware they are bad and aware of what better decisions would be.
Icky sticky sweaty, ballooning up. Depressive sad thoughts. I am tired, I just want to be in bed. I am not hungry, I just want to eat.
The darkness is just a trick of the light.
I don’t want to be here. Maybe I will take a couple of steps to the right and see if I want to be there.
Anyway, it’s fine. You know. One day a day. Tomorrow’s another.
12/7 2026
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Think goat thoughts. Sorry bout all the whining. It’s been a tough time. But tomorrow’s another week and we’ll do our best to make it best. Be bester. Bet on me, Buttercup.

12/7 2026
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That’s all for now.