Good goat times today. A lovely day, good thing I got going. I wasn’t feeling so great, physically and mentally. I had been thinking about skipping today. But thankfully I didn’t. The forecast promised temps above 20/70 and sunshine. So I thought maybe it would be a last breath of almost summer. And then suddenly a heavy rain came down. Whoops. It didn’t last too long though, and we got some sun later and it was comfortable warm.
Some sweet visitors, kids petting the goats.
The main even today though, was hoof trimming. So I helped with that. My job being grabbing the girls by the horns and helping hold them still and comforting them. They really hate it. Jeanette did the trimming and we also had Lillian and another guy, I forget his name.. Niyam, something like that? Anyway, we had a whole crew and it went fine. But it’s never nice for the girls. We have to lay them down on their side and keep them still.
No hard feelings afterwards, a few treats made them forget the whole thing. And I’m glad I could help. I think it makes it easier for them to have someone they know and trust so well to be there.
I also got a nice message from an old friend. Jeanette had been to a meeting with personel from other playgrounds. And apparently someone burst out LASSE!!! when Jeanette mentioned me. It was Nina! Okay, I would be surprised if anyone here remembers her. It is a decade now. She worked for a while at the first playground. Back around 2014. She was very nice, I remember. She is now working doing the same work as Jeanette’s, so that’s nice. She’s hoping to get some permanent position, because she’s on some kind of maternity thing now. But that was really sweet hearing from her, and that she remembers me and I made some kind of impact! Apparently she still follows the goat page so she’s been seeing me and the new goats, she just didn’t know what playground it’s at. Fun!
Yeah it was a lovely day, so much better than staying home and feeling bad for myself and all that.
And now a potful of soup awaits.
7/9 2026
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Luna’s response to our plans to trim their hooves today..

7/9 2026
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Hiding from the sudden rain.

7/9 2026
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The surprise message from Nina was no the only communication from the first playground I got today. Last night I dreamt about it, coincidentally.
I was walking toward the pen. Those of you who were around back then may remember it, pretty small. The grey wall. The hatch.
I was filming as I walked up to the fence, and the hatch opened and goats started coming out. Who came out?
Mia and Mio.
So that was pretty wonderful to see.
It also made me stop, in the dream, and think “Oh. This must be a dream”. It’s been a long long time since I last had one of those dreams were you become aware you’re dreaming. I didn’t get to go into full lucid dreaming mode, becacuse I woke up pretty quicly after tha. All I remember is turning the camera to film myself. Apparently I wanted to send a message to myself. I guess I didn’t realise that the video wouldn’t make it into the real world. Wouldn’t it be neat if you could have a camera that filmed in your dreams and you could then have the videos afterwards in reality. Someone invent that, please.
Anyway. I can’t remember what the message to myself was. Not beyond “Hey, dreamer”.
But it was lovely to see Mia and Mio. You know how important they were to me.
7/9 2026
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In nongoat news today. Nothing really. I think maybe the ramp is finished and ready to use? We still haven’t gotten any communication about it, like they told Helle we would get. But it looks done. They put a kind of carpetting on the gravelly path. Blueish, I think. Maybe it stand out like a clear path. I still don’t know if my mother will be able to use it with her walker. But we’ll have to see.
Also, I am currently reading the Star Wars book Legacy. About Rey and Leia. good times. But the important bit for now is, there’s a character who visits a planet where there are “goat like creatures” I think they were described as. So I was walking long listening to the audiobook and there were goat bleats in it, haha. The Star Wars books are usually very well produced, with sound effects and the classic music and stuff like that. Hums of light sabers, blaster fire, TIE fighter screams. But I didn’t expect to be hearing goats when listening to my Star War.
7/9 2026
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I think Luna forgave me for the hoof trimming. Or, maybe she’s just about to headbutt me.

7/9 2026
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Got an hour fifty on the bike today. So I got that going for me.
Chilling on the diet, but have to keep working hard on the exercise. Had some computer stuff to do too. And just gearing up for the big neuro exam. I hope I pass! Or whatever.
So here we are. Feeling a bit empty. And not just my head. One day a day, onwards and onwards.
8/9 2026
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I’m thinking of getting into Bon Iver, any thoughts?
8/9 2026
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For the premium subscribers, a little behind the scenes footage from the hoof trimming. Just the start and end, not the actual trimming. And I’m out of frame at the bottom for it all, haha. But there are treats at the end.
8/9 2026
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goatlog

9/9 2026
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Oh, hello there. I am back from the hospital and the big neuo exam.
Short version: Did tests, they want to do more tests. They probably want to get me on epilepsy meds, but not yet. So, no conclusive answers yet. but the balls are rolling.
Long version:
Once again thank you to my mother for helping me. That hospital is a huge complex and I would have no chance of finding my way around there on my own. So I am very grateful that she could come along
I had another run-in with my nemesis, the revolving door. I don’t know what it is about that particular revolving door but it’s just hard for me to see where to get out once I’m in. But mom got me steered through.
I was feeling a whole lot of anxiety and tension, just from being in an unfamiliar place and with so many people around. When we got to the waiting area there was one patient who had her whole family there and they took up all the chairs. Thankfully a nice woman eventually gave me her seat. But it was all quite mentally stresful.
And then it was time to get in and talk to the.. I forget now if she was a nurse or doctor. But she was very nice. We started with lots of questions and I detailed all my blackouts and my situation, and she asked more questions.
And then it was time for tests. And they were just pretty basic physical tests mostly. Walk in a line. Touch your nose. Lay back and lift that leg and put that knee on that shin. I think it was pretty basic stuff and I don’t think it came up with any abnormalities.
After all that was done she went to talk to a colleague, one with more experience in the matters. And when she came back she said that there was obviously something wrong since I have these issues, and they probably want to get me on epilepsy meds. But not quite yet. First they want me to get another EEG. This time while sleeping. And then they want to do an MRI scan. “Are you claustrophobic?”. I hope not…
And then she gave me some reading material about epilepsy. I’ll have to see if I can parse through some of that.
But that was pretty much it. I guess it’s not a direct diagnosis, but it seems like I may have some epilepy related thing. I don’t know if the sleep EEG and the MRI will come up with anything concrete, but we’ll have to take that when we get to it. They’ll call me in for those. Hopefully it won’t be another super long wait. On the other hand, my avoidant side is saying “you can leave me alone for a while now please”. I will probably take a couple of days to decompress now. I feel quite exhausted. Mostly mentally.
So, not an endpoint. But hopefully a step in the right direction. It would have been nie with some definite answers right away, but I suppose that would be a lot to ask for. It’s been almost a month and a half without a blackout now, so maybe it’s all just fine anyway. Yeah yeah.
I’m gonna get me a potful of soup now. That’ll soothe me.
9/9 2026
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After the big neuro exam, I thought it would be a good idea to take mom home and test out the new ramp outside our building.
It turns out, mama can use it. So that’s a relief. That means my parents can still get to my apartment. And the grocery and food deliveries have gone well so far too. I have a couple of packages coming in the mail the next days, so let’s hope the postman can also make it through. I spent so much time worrying about the access to our building, it would be nice to put that to rest.
It’s a little annoying having to take my trash down to the bins across the road, but I can live with that if that’s the worst of it.
I did just read an article talking about how there was a fire last month in the building I moved out of. And the fire brigade couldn’t get to the the building because it was fenced in. Thankfully another esident was able to put out the fire and save the woman in the afflicted apartment. But reading stuff like that makes me worry about the housing assoc and their bad communication sometimes.
Anyway. Glad mom can use the ramp. That was important to me.
9/9 2026
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Ugh. My packages did not get delivered. Two packages coming via post. Both was “not able to deliver”.
So the mailman can’t get to my building. That’s disappointing. Especially since it was, presumably, my regular mailman who has been so good and gone above and beyond before. But apparently he couldn’t figure out to park out by the road and come down the ramp or the stairs?
So that means for the next couple of years I can’t get packages to my place.
That’s going to really suck if I need to order heavy stuff, or if, as Helle has talked about, the package shop around the corner might get closed in the coming months.
These two packages are small ones. And tat shop is just a 5 minute detour ony way home from the goats. So that’s not really a problem. But again. If that shop closes, I might have to pick up packages from places I’m not familiar with, places I probably can’t just walk to. It will add a lot of trouble and anxiety. Sigh. And it would be really bad with bigger stuff. Like kthe new computer I’d still like to get some time. Freighting that home on a long journey with my back and vision, that would really suck.
And it also makes me worry about the letter mail. At least with packages you know they’re coming and if you can’t receive them then you get notified and you can pick them up. If the company that delivers letters can’t get to us, you wouldn’t know there’s a letter coming and you would not get notified, you’d just not get your mail. And with all the communication problems with the housing assoc I don’t really trust that they have made arrangements to make sure we get our mail. They clearly haven’t done anything about us getting packages.
Bah humbug, I will always find stuff to worry about.
I stayed home today to decompress. I was planning on an early pizza. But the pizza place that I usually use and that is usually open at noon, today it suddenly isn’t open till 4. I know I’m weird, but I like eating my hot meal earlier in the day on relaxing days. Bah humbug.
Anyway, in other news. I now have dates for my two next neuro appointments. The sleeping EEG scan and the MRI brain scan.
The EEG one is at the end of October, so that’s a bit of a long wait.
The MRI is in two weeks, so that’s a lot shorter of a wait. By a coincidence, my mother has an appointment the very same day at the same hospital. But hers is early in the morning and mine is late in the afternoon. I need help getting there, but I would not really like to sit 6-7 hours and wait at the hospital. Well, we’ll figure it out. Maybe we can do some rescheduling, or work something else out. I really appreciate the help, going there on my own would be a nightmare.
But the balls are rolling and they’re in my court now. Or are they in their court? What game are we playing anyway?
I’m getting a little nervous about the MRI thing. Part of me would prefer to swap the two dates so there was a longer wait till the MRI thing. But I think the MRI one is more likely to come up with something substantial, so it’s probably better to get that done the fastest anyway. It’s not so much the idea of being in that tube, or whatever, that scares me. It’s more everything around it that makes me nervous. But I’m sure it’ll be fine. I guess I’ll have to take off my tin foil hat for it. A perfect chance for the government to read my thoughts, I’ll have to think clean thoughts. So I may have to avoid a few of you people for those days!
Just kidding.
So I got blood tests at the doctor next week and then MRI the next week. It sure is fun being a mental and physical wreck!
(I know many people have it much worse. I’m just a whiny baby, and I need my bottle).
Oh yeah also I got an email from the grocery delivery service. They are “eager to present to you our new website”. Words like that give me a cold sweat. Things never get better. I haven’t looked at their new site yet. But I would shocked if it’s not a horrible mes designed for mobile with way worse accessibility and usability. I can’t think of any websites that have gotten better with time.
But at least I’ll have more things to complain about! Okay, I’ll go nurse my bottle of Pepsi now.
10/9 2026
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Remember the good old days when politicians had to be subtle? If they wanted to buy votes they had to make it seem like it wasn’t a bribe. They had to like hint at how they might give some special consideration to their supporters.
Now? They can just get in front of the camera and go “If you vote for us I will give you all money”.
Don’t take any wooden memecoins.
10/9 2026
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Sometimes the world has really weird timing.
I am still watching old seasons of snl. Been doing that for a year or more just slowly watching an episode here and there.
I’m getting ready to start on season 27. There’s a youtube channel that does a lof of snl coverage, and they’re doing videos that kind of sum up each season. Something like “What you absolutely need to know about season x of Saturday Night Live”.
So today, I start watching the video covering season 27. Not realising that was the season from 2001.
So by complete chance on the 25th anniversay of 9-11 I’m sitting there watching footage from the snl episode that aired after that happened.
Pretty crazy timing.
Also pretty crazy seeing Giuliani on the show, applauded and respected and loved and coming off like a decent human being.
Whatever you think of his politics, you can’t deny that the atmosphere around him has changed considerably since then.
Unless you’re one of the people who will say ‘fake news’ and who thinks America is still loved by all.
Back then America was our friend, one of our biggest allies, something we looked up to.Back then it was an attack on us all.
Today America is not seen as our friend. Not that we would, in any way, cheer if something like 911 happened again. Obviously. It remains a traumatic day in history.
But man. The world has only gotten more crazy. Not to get all Sugar about it, but what humans do to themselves is truly sad. And scary.
Twenty five years. I still remember seeing the second plane hit live on TV, and being scared and confused.
I hope America will become our friend again. I know I have a lot of amazing American friends, so there must be hope.
Surely, there must.
11/9 2026
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It hasn’t been a couple of good days. I have been feeling bad. Sleeping poorly and having massive head aches. Bad depression. Slipping into the bad habits of unhealthy behaviour.
So that sucks. I don’t know if it was the inability of postal package delivery. Or the 911 anniversaray. Probably more the drainingness of the hospital trip and stuff. I have just been feeling crushed for the last couple of days.
I’ll try to drag myself out of the hole again.
On the plus side the grocery deliverise and food delivieries and a visit from mother has all gone well. So it’s only the mailman that has missed. Maybe he’ll learn with time.
It’s too cold. And the housing assoc still hasn’t fixed my problem keeping me from checking water/heat/electricity usage. It’s been almost 3 months of this. It bugs me.
I didn’t think i’d be spending time listening to electronic jazz. But I randomly stumbled upon GoGo Penguin and I’m really enjoying it. Electronic jazz, what a time to be a leaf.
I wonder if squirrels think we’re nuts.
12/9 2026
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Well, unfortunately I was not able to drag myself out of the hole today.
Rather the opposite, I fell in deeper.
Another night of bad sleep. Woke up tired and head hurting. I managed to get out of bed. But after about half an hour I couldn’t cope anymore, and I crawled back into bed.
Ended up spending 13-14 hours in bed. It’s been a while since I did that. It’s not good, of course. But it feels good. Like eating unhealthy stuff. Why are the things that are bad for us also the ones that make us feel good in the short term or make us forget about what makes us feel bad? I don’t drink or smoke or do drugs, but I know that’s the same deal.
Yeah, so instead of getting up and exercising I slept half the day and then ordered more unhealthy stuff.
I am disappointed in myself. Four pretty bad days in a row. I have to be careful or this will turn into a Bad September, like July. I can feel myself slipping that way.
But I will do my best next week. Need goat time to recharge my batteries. And I have a doctor’s date that will force me out of the house and away from the bad stuff, so that’s good. Hopefully I can turn the ship around. Turn the shi* around.
Feeling lost at sea. And since we live on a flat Earth, I may drop off the edge at some point.
Oh look, there’s a friendly sea serpent coming way. To the rescue!
And so on and so forth.
Fight to live another day.
13/9 2026
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Think goat thoughts.

13/9 2026
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That’s all for now.

Good goat times today. A rainy one. The forecast had said it might get really heavily raining. It didn’t get quite that bad. But a fair bit of rain on my walk up there. And when I got there, after a little chat with Jeanette who was back from being sick last week, I found Sky hiding under the podium. Her little snug, dry sanctuary.
Eventually the rain did die down and we even got a little sunshine. For about five minutes. But at least we had some dry time so we could be outside. Of course it started raining again just when I was getting ready to walk home. Ain’t it always the way.
But it was just good to spend time with the goat girls. Where my worries melt away and there is just happiness. Rain or shine, you know i’ll be there
Now I’m going to grab me a potful of soup, today it sure is the weather for it.
31/8 2026
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Aw, Sky. I wish she could stand up to the big girls and claim her space in the goat house. But I get it. I do the same with people, withdraw to my own safe space when I can. And at least she’s got a dry place where they can’t get to her. And it’s a good vantage point to spot me coming, she was the first to bleat when I rounded the corner today.

31/8 2026
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I closed the hatch so Sky could come up to us and stand under the shelter roof without being chased off. Sweet little girl.

31/8 2026
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Nongoat news. Not much today. The parking lot is still fenced in. I did see a pathway that I think is new, across the ground between the road outside and the parking space, I think maybe that was what the digging machine was doing on Thursday. It looks like the path is leading more or less into our part of the parking space. Maybe that is the promised ramp? But the fence is still up with no gaps. So even if that path leads into the parking space, you still can’t walk from the parking space to the door of our building. I don’t know. I hope it’s a work-in-progress. They said it could be a couple of weeks, and it’s only been a week. So hopefully that’s just the first step of a solution.
I have a delivery scheduled tomorrow. I will try not to worry too much about it. It should go through, whether the driver can use our parking space or not. Hooves crossed.
I sure would like that whole situation to be resolved so I can stop worrying about all that. I have blood tests scheduled at the doctor’s office in a couple of weeks. And the neuro clinic a week after tha. Plenty of stuff to worry about!
31/8 2026
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Oh Sky. Scooting down under.
31/8 2026
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We were happy to have Jeanette back today. Not least the goats, because she was pruning trees and the girls got a nice bounty of fresh greens straight from the source. Yum yum.

31/8 2026
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Got an hour fifty on the bike today. So I got that going for me.
Working hard at it. Tired legs, but feeling strong. And then about 45 minutes on the floor doing stretches and crunches and situps. I’m not a fan of spending that much time on all this. But as I said, I want to take a couple of weeks of intense effort. Then I can slow don a little.
Also, I got my delivery today! So that’s a relief. I was watching the driver on the tracker and when he got to our neighbourhood there was some going back and forth in circle. But not too long. And I got my stuff without problems. It seems like grocery delivery shouldn’t be a problem after all.
some of you may have seen Helle’s comment yesterday. Apparently the ramp/pathway should be done today. I don’t know if it’s ready by now, but hopefully it will work well so my parents and others can drive right to our entrance. That would be a big relief.
Hopefully everything’s on the righ track. Went through all of August without a blackout too. It does make me worry that one might be imminent. But hey, maybe they’re all done now. Yeah yeah.
1/9 2026
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Yesterday’s best attempt at a selfie with Bella and Luna.

1/9 2026
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The situps and crunches are really starting to work. I think I’m getting a six pack.
Of jelly donuts, but still.
*hold for applause and laughter*
Thank you thank you. Don’t forget to tip your AI on your way out.
1/9 2026
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speaking of 80 year olds, this one goes out to.. no one in particular..

1/9 2026
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goatlog

2/9 2026
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Got an hour fortyfive on the bike today. So I got that going for me.
And fortyve on the floor. Phew, I am beat. My legs are like spaghettios. Powering through so far.
Tough start to the day. Depression flaring up. The devil shouting from my shoulder. “What’s the point, there’s so much wrong with you, just give up”. Jerk. But at least I got going. I’m really tired, though. Mentally. Of everything. I just want to dull the pain, with calories
But not yet, not yet. I can make it through this week at least. Maybe two weeks wa too optimistic, but this week I can do. Yeah yeah.
Does anyone else smell purple?
2/9 2026
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I started watching season 2 of Sugar. Now that the whole season has aired I can binge it all. That show is SO stylish. I’m practically blind and I’m still sitting here going “Wow that look goood”. I could watch Sugar drive around LA in his Corvette for an hour, that would be a good episode all on its own.
Surprised at the direction it took in the first episode, but still very much enjoying it. Colin Farrell is so good.
I wonder if we could get a show with Will Ferrell and Colin Farrell? I’d buy that for a dollar.
Alright, back to your regularly scheduled programming.
2/9 2026
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Good goat times today. Another rainy one. Summer is well and truly over. It pains me to think that now there’s 8 months before the weather gets good again.
Well, we might still get a couple of decent ones in September. But still. Denmark is great, but 3 months of good weather is not enough for me.
But luckily, any day with goats is good. Even if we had to spend most of it inside. I wish we could sit all four and watch the rain, but not surprisingly Sky retreated to her little safe place under the podium. She’s awfully cute sitting down there, though.
So it was a pretty quiet day. Mostly just hanging out and listening to rain, which is admittedly a lovely thing to listen to. Almost as nice as goat bleats.
Only a few of the regular kid visitors came out in the rain today. I think Jeanette was doing some grilling over by the building next to the animal grounds. Since she couldn’t light up the campfire.
Now I’m back home and ready for a big pot of soup, with flourballs. Yummy yum yum.
3/9 2026
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Goofballs. Clearly they’ve been missing me. Or, the treats.

3/9 2026
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Sweet Sky, during a break in the rain.

3/9 2026
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In nongoat news. Checked out hte parking situation today. Looks like the ramp/pathway is open for business.
Although Helle has told me that the housing assoc would tell us when it’s all done, and I haven’t heard anything. So maybe it’s not completely complete. But they opened up a passage in the fence and I was able to walk from our front door to the street above.
I had hoped that it would be possible for people to drive down and park in front of our building, for dropping off and picking up. I guess that will not be possible.
But I’m glad there is some thing. Now the question is whether my parents, especially my mother with her walker, will be able to use it. It’s got wheels. Funnily, in Danish a walker is called a “rollator”. Are we walking or rolling here?! Anyway, the ramp is a little gravely. Although pretty firm. I’m not sure if she needs a completely asphalted surface to get down. But I hope she can use it. And as I have seen, the delivery company should be able to get to me, since they were able to do it on Tuesday when the fence was closed. Should be even easier now.
I’ll be ordering something on amazon this weekend, I will be interested to see if the postal service can and will deliver packages okay. I also wonder about letters. The company that took over letter delivery from the national postal service this year have had A LOT of bad press and criticism. I am not sure if things have improved, but for a while it seemed like letter delivery in Denmark was basically wrecked. So I’m a little concernced whether that company will actually deliver letters to us or if they’ll end up in the trash or just thrown in the street, as there have been reported cases of. But I am sure the housing assoc must have thought about all that, they couldn’t cut us off from mail for two years, right?
There are so few letters delivered anymore, it’s kind of hard to test. I have actually thought about getting my parents to mail me a letter just to see if I would get it. To be fair I did get both my new bus, social security and bank cards without problems earlier in the year, but that was before the parking situaton started ‘ramping’ up.
But ok. So far it’s looking okay I guess.
Renovations have really started to speed up in the neighbour block, the one I lived in before I was rehomed. And there are still people living there. I was surprised to learn that. I guess I can see how the housing assoc would like to make mone from people living there, they can’t renovate all the apartments at the same time. So they’re keeping renters in some apartments until they get to those. I read an article from one of the people still living there, and it does not sound fun. House shaking and things in great disarray. It was actually an article about Ingrid, whomst I believe was quite helpful to me during my move last year. Names and faces are tough for me. But yeah, I’m glad I got out of there last year. It sounds pretty bad. There’s a ton of noise just living next door to it.
Yeah, it will be nice in 2079 when everything is calm and quiet and functioning and there will be world peace too, the end.
3/9 2026
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“Please make the rain stop?”
Sorry, Bella. Would if I could.

3/9 2026
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Just talked to my mother. She called to talk about our trip to the hospital next week.
Whoops, I had completely forgotten it was next week.
Well, now that she mentioned it I do remember that my appointment at the neuro clinic was moved up. It’s just. I have this text file where I write down my appointments down. Kind of like a calendar I suppose. But anyway, I guess I forgot to note down the new time when it was changed. So I have been looking at the date in that file and it said September 22nd. So that’s what my brain has been focused on.
Well, it’s good that it’s sooner of course. Although now I feel my anxiety starting to rise. You know me, I have to worry about everything.
But let’s hope I can get some answers. More than a month without a blackout, so that’s good at least. I had two blackouts in July, when I was living quite unhealthily and barely exercising. Zero blackouts in August when I slowly started eating better and exercising again. Coincidence?
I think so. As far as I can tell, the rate of blackouts doesn’t seem affected by exercise and diet. My blackouts earlier in the year were when I was doing pretty well in that department. So who knows.
I still think a brain transplant should be considered. This one is just about worn out.
4/9 2026
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Tempting fate. I couldn’t resist lowering my head and seeing if Bella was going to headbutt me. She likes headbutting random stuff. The breakfast bowl. The wall. The gate even when it’s securely locked. Thankfully, my coconut of a head did not enter the list.
4/9 2026
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the greatest lie, is when you’re lying in the dark. and you tell yourself, there are no monsters
5/9 2026
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Got an hour fifty on the bike today. So I got that going for me.
Still working at it. Didn’t sleep well and felt depressed. But at least I got on the bike. So that’s good. I have lost a good chunk of the weight I put on in July. So that’s good.
My plan to take two intense week of diet and exercise, eh well I’m abandoning that. I have lost enough that I can take a break. I’m getting pizza today. Because I want to. Maybe tomorrow too. The important thing is to not fall into a black hole like July. Have to keep exercising. And not eat junk food EVERY day. Need to find a balance wher I can have some unhealthy days and some healthy days with some calorie restriction and then work hard on the bike and the floor to stay reasonably fit. Must be doable.
Next week I have the big neuro appointment, so that’s going to take a lot of the focus. Who knows, maybe they can cure me from the blackouts. Or maybe they’ll discover I’m terminally ill. Who can say, not me. If things go okay maybe I’ll get motivated to put in the effort to try to lose some more weight right now. Or maybe I’ll wait till next spring when the cucumbers and tomatoes get better again. Because I can already feel that they aren’t good enough to base a diet on them. I need those suntasting maters.
Anyway. I’m going to relax and enjoy some pizza for the first time in a long while. Assuming the delivery guy can get through to me. But that shouldn’t be a problem. Haven’t had any news from the housing assoc so I don’t know if the ramp is officially done and ready for use. But a pizza guy should be able to get here.
Tra la la. I’m kind of a mess and all over the place. One day super motivated and ready to crush it, the next day I can barely get out of bed. And the mental side is even messier.
I’ll shut up now. Exercise my pie hole.
5/9 2026
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Triple goat score. Hey! Sky is usually the one in the back. But not this time.

5/9 2026
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goatlog

6/9 2026
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A Luna hug for your Sunday.

6/9 2026
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Got my pizza. So I got that going for me.
Not feeling mentally so great. Sad about myself, and the world. Waah waah. I wish I had a spaceship. Or a time machine. But I do have a pizza, so it’s not like I’m empty handed.
I hope you’re all doing well out there. May your Sunday be a fun day. Thanks for being voices in my head. Pardon the echo.
6/9 2026
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Do you ever regret yourself? And wish you were someone else? Somewhere else? Do you ever wonder how you got here, and where you were really supposed to go? How far can you go in the wrong direction before it’s too late to turn back?

6/9 2026
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That’s all for now.