Good goat times today. Great to be back and my element. After two weeks away and then only managing one visit last week. I hope to do better this week. And we’re off to a good start.
A rainy day. Forecast warned of possibly heavy rain, but it didn’t get too bad while I was out. We spent most of the time in the goat house, going down in the pen for a while when the sun aaalmost peeked out.
I spent a lot of time making sure Sky could stay dry. She’s so sweet when she sits under the shelter roof with her head buried in a box of hay. I closed the trap door thing so she could sit out there without the big girls poking their heads out to bother her. They see she has a box of hay to herself and they forgot the giant rack of hay right next to them. They want that box too! Oh goats.
I did smack my head on the shelter roof again. But I don’t think I have lost any cognisant blueberry fish sales. So that’s probably pretty Gargamel.
We had some visitors too. Kids braving the rain. Lily was there, saying hi to me and the camera.
A sweet ole goat day, let’s hope there are more of those in stock.
And now it’s a good day for soup. That’s one thing the colder weather has going for it. It’s good soup weather.
15/9 2025
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Three goats staying dry. Luna in the doorway, Sky out under the shelter roof, Bella on the box at the hayrack.
The board above Sky can be lowered to close the opening. The goats get scared whenever I do it, even if they aren’t right next to it, even if i do it slowly. There’s something about that thing being lowerd that just makes them run for the hills.

15/9 2025
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Sky sitting with her box of hay.

15/9 2025
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PSA

16/9 2025
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Remember when the worst thing in political discourse was that guy who become internet famous for a minute because he was really cute and weird and jolly and people thought he was great and amusing and then they looked through his reddit history and found him making comments about pregnant women being sexy u-boats or some sht like that.
Or the weirdest thing a politician did was when Marco Rubio stopped in the middle of a tv speech to take drink from a glass of water?
We’ve come a long way since then. A long way down, I mean. We’re like sunken u-boats at the bottom of the sea now.
Anyway that’s neither here nor there.
16/9 2025
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In othern ews, Rest in peace Robert Redford. I can’t say I was exactly a fan of him, but he was one of those names when i was growing up that just screamed SUPERSTAR.
Can’t help wondering who today’s kids are going to feel like that about when they’re older. TikTok stars, K-pop singers and ai bots, probably. *shakes fist and yells at clouds*
16/9 2025
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“If I were male, I’d prefer to be neutered”.
Things you didn’t expect to hear yourself say.
16/9 2025
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Idea; A Hobbit doing a ventriloquist act. We’ll call it the Hobbit & Puppet Show. it’ll be great. If you contribute to my kickstarter on the platinum level we’ll make the ventriloquist puppet in your image, including a realistic rendition of your feet.
16/9 2025
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Sorry bout the dumb posts, here’s a goat post.

16/9 2025
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goatlog

17/9 2025
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I don’t like thinking outside the box. I always think inside the box. The pizza box. Where the pizza is. You get it? Hold on, let me draw you a picture.
17/9 2025
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Do you ever feel like your mental pain and your physical pain are two giant robots in a boxing match and you’re just hiding under the blanket terrified of who will win?
Or just me?
17/9 2025
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Great. My toilet won’t flush. This happened some month’s ago or so, but it fixed itself while i was panicking over it.
Now it doesn’t seem to be fixing itself.
Trying home remedies from the net.
i will probably have to call the super tomorrow morning. Just super. More people, more things to deal with. Gosh pickle it.
17/9 2025
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Who’s got to thumbs and a toilet that flushes?
This guy.
It hasn’t been the day I was hoping for, though. Had to send Jeanette a message saying i would not come in to help with the goats as planned. The toilet was still inoperational in the morning.
So I had to sit around and wait till 10 am when the hotline opened. One minute to 10 I grabbed my phone and.. found that it had somehow turned off during the night. I rarely turn off my phone. Don’t know what happened there. But I frantically typed my pin, and got it wrong 3 times. Whoops. I knew the digits, just got the order mixed up. Okay I thought, i’ll turn my phone off and on again and enter them right this time. But my phone was smarter than that. Because I had entered a wrong code 3 times now I had to enter the PUK code to reset it. The PUK code? I had no idea what that was. I was pukked. I went to website of the telecom and looked at their faq and it said that the puk was in the email i had gotten when i got the SIM card. Alright, went to my email and digged that out and got my PUK. And entered it and got into my phone.
So instead of calling on the stroke of 10 am, it ended up being like 10.15. Okay, no biggie. The woman I talked to was having problems with her computer system. Great. But she got my info and told me there would be someone coming around between 12.30 and 15.30. Unless her system was malfunctioning in which case she’d get in touch with me again. Alrirey then.
So I had a couple of hours to kill. I spent them mostly cleaning my bathroom. Which it sorely needed. I got some of the worst grime away. It needs a professional cleaning, though. I am still worried about what will happen when I get kicked out. But i’ll worry about that when i get there.
But now lots of waiting, and paranoid thoughts about everything that could go wrong. Because my mind loves to do that.
Around 2 pm the phone rang and the guy said he’d be right over. And i let him in. And it took like 5 minutes and the toilet was fixed. Hooray! I didn’t quite catch what had been the problem, other than it was something “it happens”. Ok. I was just happy to have it fixed. Like so many other things, you don’t realise how nice it is to be able to flush the toilet until you can’t.
And as always I worried way more than I have to and the anxiety was way worse than the actual thing. But so it goes. Calling people, letting people into my apartment, things not working. Just a stressful day for a ninkompoop like me. But now I can flush, so that’s good.
And another missed goat day, too many of those lately. But I’m going to have me some soup now and try to relax. And that thing about getting back into my normal routines again, that’s definitely going to happen. Any day now. No more pain, no more worry, no more malfunctioning toilets, it’s going to be smooth sailing from here. People will point at me in the streets and go “hey there’s that guy with no problems, ain’t he lucky” and I’ll wave to them and tip my top hat to them and wink through my monocle and then i’ll throw some shine nickles to the street urchins and the sun will laugh down at me with its antrmorphised face and there will always be a song in the air.
*flush*
18/9 2025
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This is Lasse. This is Lasse not talking about antifa and Jimmy Kimmel.
Do you think I will block my toilet if I flush down the world?
18/9 2025
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Hey hey goats goats

18/9 2025
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The weather forecast shows all temps below 15C/60F. And colder at night.
The summer really is over. It was not the summer I was hoping for. Full of fear and anxiety and pain. Meetings and tooth extractions and getting kicked out of apartments aand worry about family health. The world going down the pooper. Complicated goat hierarchy. I don’t think we had a single day over 30C/84F. Maybe a couple, but not by much.
Ah well. There were plenty of good goat days at least. Who knows. Maybe by next summer I will be living in a swanky newly renovated apartment and be back in good shape and have no pain. Maybe it will be a hot goat boy summer.
I am blessed, but I am cursed with the inability to see the blessings a lot of the time. A fatalistic mind is no fun. But hey hey, at least I haven’t lost it. My mind, i mean. Cuckoo. Still perfectly sane.
No point to any of this I guess, getting ready for bedtime and what dreams may come.
Thank you all for helping me along. I am sure my posts can get quite annoying, but I sure do appreciate that there are people who care about me, when I struggle to care about myself. And people offering advice, even if I’m not great at taking it. Voices that I want to listen to when the world is fully of voices that I would rather not hear shouting at me.
You all make a big difference in my life, and I hope you know it. I am thankful. Everyone should have support in their hard times, thank you for giving that to me. Hoep I contribute something nice to yours once in a while, even if just a silly goat photo or a falling camera and an exasperated sigh.
And if I get reincarnated as a mosquito I promise i will relentlessly haunt the nights of your enemies and feast on their blood. Fear the buzz, you never know if it carries a plague upon your house.
Alrigth alright. I’ll just go flush the toilet for the 50th time today to check it’s still working. We’re all floaters down here.
18/9 2025
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What streamer do owls watch on their tablets when they go to the bathroom?
Hoo Loo.
19/9 2025
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Do you ever feel like you’re falling slowmotion while the world turns around you in highspeed?
19/9 2025
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It’s a good thing that Jimmy kimmel just lost his tv show and wasn’t assassinated. If he had been assassinated then all the people on the right couldn’t post all the “he deserved to have this happen to him” things that i’m seeing.
20/9 2025
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Sky thoughts, and feather thoughts.

20/9 2025
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If I had wings I would crawl.
It hasn’t been the best of days. My ambition to get back to old and better routines have so far failed. But next week. Next week it will be goats and exercise and healthy eating. You can count on that. one two three, count the ways. Oh the pretty lies, they shine like stars in the darkest night.
Anway, we’ll see how that goes. I will settle for no pain and no swelling and no getting kicked out of apartments and no family health scares and no exploding toilets. Working on my list for santa. I bet Santa is just like us, he hates all the christmas stuff starting to appear in stores. A reminder that soon he will have to get back to work. I wonder if he has android elves working in the fortress of santatude, keeping lists and monitoring our communications to keep track of who is naughty and nice. A social media score to determine if you’re going to get coal or cancelled.
Aanyway. Did some tech support over the phone for my mom today. Somehow she managed to delete the shortcut she uses to get on the internet. This is the problem when people don’t really understand the systems they use. Some completely minor hiccup can cause everything to grind to a complete unrecoverable halt. Maybe it would have been better if i hadn’t set up everything for my parents, had let them have to manage it on their own. So they would learn. But I couldn’t do that. And I’m happy to help, happy when I can help. It’s more a worry if I’m for some reason not available. I am not sure what they would do then.
But I was able to fix it, it took some time but I managed to help her get the shortcut back from the Recycle Bin. I was relieved to be able to do it over the phone. I was worried i’d have to go to their place. Not that I mind visiting and not that I mind going doing tech support trips usually. But right now I’m just.. pretty low. Low capacity. Having to get dressed and doing that walk in my current less good shape and hurting back and everything.. I am glad I didn’t have to do that.
It was easier when the goats were at the previous playground, the trip to my parents place could sort of fit in as a halfway point between my place and the goat place. The new playground is in the opposite direction. So there’s no way to combine a goat trip and a parent trip.
But again, I am not complaining. I am lucky to have my parents still, to have them both and to have them near and that they are there for me. So I certainly want to be there for them as well. A little tech support is the least I can do to give back for all the help they have given me.
I just need to get myself in a bit better shape now, mentally and physically.
Next week, for sure. The first steps. Two steps forward, three steps back, five steps forward, two steps back, a little to the side and shake it all around.
As the world burns, let’s get the marshmallows out and tell some campfire stories. Someone tell the one about the Epstein files, we’re all dying to hear it.
20/9 2025
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I slept for about 13 hours. i’m not gonna lie, that was pretty nice.
Then got up and wasted hours on a computer issue that wasn’t really important. That was not very smart.
If you want to hire me as your life coach just send an email to 4SeasonsLassescaping a clownfart to censored.
21/9 2025
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While i was gone from the goats, someone dismantled my playset. Again. So I had to put it back together. It was pulled apart so much that I couldn’t really get it back the same way. So I tried a new configuration. i think I liked the old one better. But oh well. Both Bella and Luna got up on the biggest log and balanced around, so they seem to like it okay. To them it’s just “oh there’s something on the ground I must jump on it” while i’m over here trying to construct fancy things. Haha. Good thing i don’t overthink things.

21/9 2025
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The week is winding down. I am not in a good mental space. Kind of in the way that I don’t want to be here. But here I am. Here we are. And tomorrow I will start to try to get back to the better routines. One day a day. Wherever it takes us, there we are.
Hope you are being well. Thanks for being there. You do good, for me.
Okay, sleep need now. Words frail me.
21/9 2025
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That’s all for now.

Good goat times today.
Yes, finally back where I belong.
I have been away for 2 weeks. I honestly can’t remember the last time I was away for that long. It must be years. A decade?
Maybe I should have stayed home and called the doctor about the swelling. They only have phone hours in the morning. But I prioritzed the gaot time over that. I’m feeling pretty fine, other than the swelling. I’m thinking it’s an abscess and I’m thinking it will need to be drained somehow and I am worried about that.
But today, goats. So good to see them again. And Jeanette. My happy place. They seemed happy to see me, but happier to see breakfast.
Had a nice little chat with Jeanette, and she expressed her sympathies of course.
It was just good to be back. Hanging out with everyone. Treats for everyone. Cuddles for everyone. It calms the storm in my head when I’m with them.
Lots of visitors today. Lots of kids in the pen, one of them was Lily who I have met before. She’s the girl who is always interested in my camera. The adult who was with her rememebered that we (Lily and I) had met before, and he asked a bit about my camera. That was nice. And the goats got lots of cuddles from the kids. One of the adults said about Bella “It has a big butt”. Sure when people say it about the goats it’s fine, but when I say it to random ladies in the street I’m being “Inappropriate” and I am “cancelled”. Whatever.
Lovely warm day, probably one of the last above 20C/68F this year.
Back to goats, and now back to soup. Going to try me some, first hot meal in more than a week.
8/9 2025
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Back with my SkyGirl, thankfully.
Can you tell my left jaw is swollen up? Not sure how evident it is.
Funny thing happened this morning on my way to the goats. Because i’m still a bit off and foggy in the head, I didn’t bring my mp3 player. Normally I listen to an audiobook and just ignore the world. I was walking long the path and a jogger came towards me. And as he passed he said something to me. I wasn’t sure what he said, it sounded like HI SHAHURR. Or something. I was mulling it over in my head, trying to decipher it. And then I realised, he had said NICE SHIRT. Haha. I was wearing my Andor shirt. Cool.
There was a worker doing plant work or tidying and he said good morning to me as I passed. I wonder how many people talk to me when I’m listening to my audiobooks and think I’m terribly rude for not answering..

8/9 2025
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Goats for the first time in two weeks, soup for the first time in.. more than a week. That was reallyreally good.
It wasn’t all good today, though.
When I got home I realised I hadn’t checked my mailbox in two weeks. I usually check it when i come home from goat trips. We only get mail delivered two days a week now and there is almost never any mail anyway. Still stupid of me though, it’s not like i haven’t been outside the last two weeks. Shoulda checked.
But today I found two notices from a plumber-ish company that needs to check and clean our ventilation systems, one saying I had to be home between 8-16 today to let them in, and one saying I had to be home Friday between 8-16. I don’t know why I got two, with different dates. Best I can guess is they came by while I was at the goats and they didn’t find me home and so they left a note saying to be home Friday. But I don’t know. I also had two bundles of commercials, and I am on the ‘no commercials’ register. Maybe someone put mail that doesn’t belong to me in my mailbox? I hae suspicion some people do that some times. Anyway, I just don’t know.
I called the company to ask what was up, and the guy I talked to said he’d send my number to their people who were on location, because they’d better know what was going on. And then I waited and nothing, no one called back. Sigh. So now I’m worryin about that. Even if all goes smoothly, knowing that strangers are going to come “some time between 8am and 4 pm” that is super triggering for me. I can’t stand having strangers iny my apartment and having to set aside a whole day to worry about when they’ll come. Ugh. i hate it. And now I have to worry if they came today while I was out? Normally I think in these cases you have to pay if you are not home and haven’t left a key with the housing association. But maybe that’s only when they have to do the maintennance on all apartments at hte same time, I remember that happening in prior years. Where all tennants have to be home so they whole system can be checked. The notices didn’t say anything about everyone having to have it done at the same time. And it didn’t say anything about a fee if you didn’t comply. So I don’t think they can demand that of me, when they didn’t warn about it ahead of time. But now i’m worrying about that, and i’ll be worrying about Friday when they will probably come? And what if i call the doctor tomorrow and I have an abscess and the next time they can fit me in to deal with it is… Friday.
Ugh why am i such a worryworth.
I guess i’ll just have to wait and see if they come Friday. And try to deal with it. What a mess.
Soup was great, tho. So good to have a hot delish meal again.
8/9 2025
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Stuck in the middle with goats.
Again, the swelling doesn’t really show up that much. At this point it’s not so much that it’s a big swelling, it’s more that it’s really tight and hard. if I feel both sides of my jaw at the same time then the actual jawline doesn’t feel too different, but on one side it then goes down to a soft underside, and on the bad side it feels almost like the jaw just continues, there’s not soft underside.

8/9 2025
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Yay uncle’s back!
I missed that greeting.
8/9 2025
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Well, I had a rude awakening this morning.
Tired from getting back to outside life yesterday, i was still in dreams when my phone rang just before 9 am.
I didn’t manage to get it before it stopped ringing. But I got up and called back.
As I had expected it was the ventilation cleaners. To recap, after not checking my mailbox for two weeks, yesterday I found two notices from them, one saying I had to be home Monday, one Friday, to let them in.
The guy I talked to couldn’t really explain, but he said they’d been by Monday and I hadn’t been there (out goating, hooray). He said that if it was okay then they could just come straight over and get it done right away.
Now I hate having strangers in my apartment and having no time to do any cleaning at all in my horrible apartment was not good. But still. Ten minutes of panic would be so much better than a whole day of dreadful anxiety, 8 am to 4 pm. So I just said yes. Get it over with, get it done.
He said they’d be there in 10 minutes. So I just got in my clothes real quick. And then they came, two guys. They did some quick cleaning of the ventilation in the kitchen and bathroom. Five minutes ish. And then they were gone.
So all in all that worked out pretty much as good as it could. It would have ben so much worse if I had to wait for days and then a whole day of not knowing when they’d come. This wasn’t fun, but it was over and done quickly. So. That’s pretty good.
In other news, I have decided to take one more day to let the antibiotics work. I know this isn’t the right thing to do, I should have called the doctor in the morning. I’m feeling fine, but I still have the swelling. Unless there’s super progress, I will call tomorrow. I just want to do nothing today. And do it and do it and do it.
9/9 2025
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“Hunan jaws are like shark jaws, right?”
Doctor Luna is on the case.

9/9 2025
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The day is winding down. How’s it going?
Well, actually I think there is progress. I actually feel like the swelling has gone down now.
there’s still a hard block under my left jaw, and that shouldn’t be there. Unle the soft tissue on the other side. But it is smaller. I can feel it now, it clearly is.
So. I guess I’m changing the plan. I was planning to call the doctor tomorrow. But I think instead i’m going to run the antibiotics course. I have enough till Friday. So. If I still have a swelling on Friday I guess I’ll call. But for now I think i’ll hold off.
I keep touching it to see is it smaller.. is it smaller. But yes, it is. It has shrunked. So hey. That’s good. Maybe.. it will be ok. Maybe I can slowly get back to normal routine? Here’s to hoping.
10/9 2025
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goatlog

10/9 2025
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Guess what I got today?
Pizza!
Yum. My first solid hot meal since the tooth escape.
And my mouth seems to be coping with everything I throw at it so far. There’s still a bit of tenderness right at the spot of the missing tooth. But no pain, and generally it seems fine.
I still have some swelling under the jaw, but it’s not too much now. Even though it’s not too big, it’s still quite hard though. On the right side there’s soft tissue and on the left side it almost feels like the jaw is extended, the part that’s supposed to be soft feel hard as bone. But it’s shrinking and it’s so much better than just a couple of days ago. And still a couple of days of antibiotics to go.
i haven’t felt great today. Kind of tired and headachey, but more like a normal bleh day than the horrible pain and groggy days recently. So it’s not too bad. And the pizza is good.
I am also getting too out of shape. I just had my comeback to exercise when the teeth situation escaled and I had to stop to give the wound time to heal and everything. And to be honest I have been eating way too much ice cream. And the swollen jaw has messed with my posture, causing back pains to increase a lot. There’s always something!
Hopefully I can get back on the right path. I think next week i’ll make an effort to get back to the old routines. Wish me luck!
10/9 2025
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You know things are slowly getting closer to getting back to normal when the camera takes a tumble.
10/9 2025
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Time to pray extra hard and not do anything about guns.
What a world. What a fkn world.
10/9 2025
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Look, I’m not. I’m not saying anything. In particular. You can unfriend me if you want. I hope the students in today’s school shooting will pull through. I hope the world will become a better place some day, for the children of the future. We’re stuck with this one. I wish there were no gun deaths. I wish there weren’t people cheering for guys that travel across state lines with semi-automatics to murder people in the streets, i wish there weren’t assassinations, I wish there weren’t school shootings, i wish there were babies grabbing guns out of their parents’ handbags and accidentally shooting their siblings, I wish there weren’t terrorist attacks. I wish there weren’t humans. Can you imagine an Earth where animals just roamed free and there was no humanity to corrupt it.
Okay, I should have probably stuck to saying nothing. I must be feeling better if I’m shtposting on facebook. You can unfriend, me that’s okay. We live in a world where pro-life people are for the death penalty, there’s no rhyme or reason to anything.
https://www.newsweek.com/charlie-kirk-says-gun-deaths-worth-it-2nd-amendment-1793113
10/9 2025
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Not the best start to the day. When I finally got up I found a bill slipped through my mail slot
It was a bill from Arhusbolig. Housing portal. The weird thing is that i am already a member of their site, I have been for many decades. It was through them that I moved here almost 20 years ago.
This was a bill for joining them for rehousing. I have to check everything now. I really hope they haven’t just created a new user for me, I have decades of seniority on my old user.
I don’t really understand why I have to pay to join them for rehousing, when it’s the housing association that’s forcine to get rehoused. But it’s a pretty small amount anyway, so that doesn’t worry me. It worries me that there may be a mixup of accounts. And the timing, why now? It’s dated September 4th, why do I get it through my mail slot on the 11th. And why through my mail slot and not my maibox downstairs, can’t remember the last time I got mail through the door. And why now when we started the rehousing process in July.
Ugh. More to worry about and deal with. I’ll have to check the user Id numbers to see if my old user got added to the rehousing list or if they hade a new user and if I’ll have to do something about that.
I don’t know how I’d get through moving right now, I feel like i’m barely getting through the days. I’d rather wait till March. But then that would come with the pressure of almost no time gap for moving.
Other than that, I still have some swelling under the chin. Not too much, but it’s harder than on the other side.
Also feeling quite depressed and stressed. Was supposed to go see the goats today, but I slept till 10 instead. And then saw the bill and thought “oh what fkn now”. I really hope next week I can get back to my old routine completely. Here’s hoping.
I’m gonna grab me some soup and try to calm down.
11/9 2025
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I’m not gonna go on about it, I don’t matter, it don’t matter. I just can’t help wonder what the reaction would be if a Democrat led government wanted to force everyone to honour a CNN anchor or a whoke lib blogger or whatever. Be silent for the masses and stand up for the virtue signsl.
Bla bla, on with the freakshow.
11/9 2025
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Just be goat. Take a page out of Bella’s book, and then eat the page because you’re a goat.

11/9 2025
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I feel like my swelling has gone down more. Is it crazy to think that soup makes it shrink? The heat? I feel like it has shrunk most on days when I have had hot food, twice soup and once pizza. Ok ok maybe this just an excuse to eat more soup and pizza.
Anyway, there’s barely a swelling now. The left side under my jaw is still hader than the right. But it’s close to normal I think. Got one more antibiotic dose for today and I think two for tomorrow. If i still feel the hardening under my jaw on Monday I guess I’ll call the doctor maybe, but right now it feels like it’s going as it should.
Tomorrow I’ll have to call the housing association to make sure they housing portal letter is not a mistake. I imagine they set up a specific account to handle the rehousing, but I do think it’s odd I have to pay for that when I already have a paying account, and I do have to check i’m not losing seniority over this. Fiddlesticks, I hate calling. There have been way too many calls and appointments lately. I just want to hide away in a cave in the mountains.
Otherwise the plan is to try to relax and spoil myself over the weekend and then Monday it’s back to work. And by that I mean living healthier and taking care of goats and doing exercising. Hopefully I can find my way back to that, and hopefully there are no more grenades thrown into the mix.
And hey I hope they whole world will heal and everything will be fine, oh there’s another school shooting today cool. I’m sure the flag will be at half mast for that. And so on and so forth.
I need to sleep for a year or two. Wake me if the nukes drop.
11/9 2025
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Alright, alright, alright.
I just called the housing association and asked about the housing portal bill I got through the door yesterday.
They said it was an error and that I shouldn’t pay it.
So, that’s.. good. I’m still a bit mystified by it all and worried something will go wrong somewhere. But I’m glad I got the call done and got it sorted. I get so nervous when making calls. The anxiety and phobia just flaring up. Imagine you’re getting ready to walk a tightrope between two skyscrapers, that’s how I feel when I start dialling the phone.
A relief to get it done and hopefully I won’t have to edeal with that anymore.
I’m feeling okay. Left underjaw still a bit harder than the right, but there’s not that big difference anymore. One day of antibiotics left.
Just going to try to vegetate now. Maybe I’ll sprout beans.
12/9 2025
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Good thing: The housing assoc has fixed their site so I can again monitor my water/electricity/heating usage.
Bad thing: Facebook doesn’t not think there’s anything wrong with the bot comments that are cleary scamming and they will not be removing them.
You win some, you lose some.
My dad’s been off to a class reunion today. Last I heard it was going well, hopefully he’ll get home alright. Hope he has had a good time. Can’t help worrying a little when he goes off by himself to another part of the country. But I’m sure people have been helping him out as needed. Sometimes it’s strange to think about how your parents have whole lives before you even appeared in them. People and places that are integral parts of their history, but not part of yours. Curious. Our how about just the history of the country. It seems odd that there should have been a Denmark in the 1800’s, but I’m pretty sure there was. What’s that all about? And what was Denmark like before there were humans here?
Man, I shouldn’t have smoked all that soup. *takes a puff on the soup pipe and exhales slowly*. Good stuff. man.
Anyway, hope this well finds you Friday, actually.
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You should all send your thanks to whoever invented the delete key.
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Looking forward to more Sky time soon.

13/9 2025
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If the 2nd amendment is all about protecting you from a tyrannical government… well, judging by the current state of affairs, it’s not doing its job very well. The tyrannical government seems to be doing just fine. Just fine.
It’s a cute idea about a united population opposing a tyrannical government. How’s that ever going to happen when the population is split in two? At most you’ll get two armed sides fighting each other while the tyrannical government sits back and reaps the profit.
But what do I know. I support the amendment that lets people on Facebook talk out of their ass, if that ever gets repealed I’ll be screwed.
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I feel like it shouldn’t be necessary to say it, but maybe I should jus clarify that I’m not cheering for murder. I am not saying anyone deserved to get murdered. I’m not going to be guilted into whitewashing someone I don’t like, but I’m not happy about gun deaths. I think there should be no gun deaths. I think they SHOULD take your guns away, all your guns, even from the good guys with guns.
But assassinations don’t make me happy. I am not pro-assassination.
Just in case there was some confusion.
It’s worth remembering that there are millions and millions of people saying millions and millions of things. If you want to find certain groups saying certain things, I’m sure you can. It’s the internet. It’s full of shit. I think it’s worth remember, for both sides, that not all people, on both sides, agree with all the shit that some people, on both sides, say.
I would like to think that most people are actually pretty reasonable at their core.
It’s too bad there are very smart people, like Kirk or whoever you want to pick on the other side, who amass fortune and fame by stirring up the differences and stoking the flames and inciting the wars.
But here we are. And there is no solution. As long as the world is crammed full of people that want and believe different things. You can’t de-escalate this conflict. You can’t make me believe in god, I can’t make you not believe in god. You can’t make me think everyone should have military grade firearms, I can’t make you think you shouldn’t have any guns. And does anyone think that politics and the systems are working and not corrupted. Will there ever be a president in America again that will have support from everyone because they think he was fairly elected, even if they disagree with him. Is there ever again going to be a situation where the losing side will say “that’s too bad, but fair is fair”. Was there ever.
Is it just my dark mind that does not let me see any sunshine above the clouds?
Alright alright. I’ll shut up now. And I’ll try to shut up about politics, just because it makes myself wfeel worse to think and talk about it. I don’t know what’s more annoying for you guys, political rants or tooth complains. But I prefer to focus on goats and soup. I wish that was all I ever had to think about.
Bla bla the human vuvuzela hath spoked! Hope you’re having a good weekend. The only thing certain in life is death and taxes. Until we overthrow the tyrannical government and turn to communism.
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Just goats please

13/9 2025
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Off anti-biotics and painkillers for a few days. Feeling… alright. I still feel like the underside of my left jaw is a bit different. From before, from the right. But it’s not really swollen. Not painful. Maybe it was just always like that but i’m only noticing it now. Who knows. I hope I’m done with the garmonbozia for now, the pain and suffering.
Menetally I’m not doing super well. Maybe it’s the Kirk debates, maybe it’s just that as the physical pain subsides it leave space for the depression to fill the gaps. Who knows. Maybe Spock.
But a lazy Sunday. And hopefully tomorrow I will start inching back to the old routine. It wasn’t the funnest of summers and the future afears me. But what are you going to do. Time is a waterfall, just cling on to your barrel.
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What did one snowman say to the other?
OH MY GOD HOW DID WE BECOME SENTIENT?!?!? Who cast this curse upon us, we’re going to spend the rest of our short lives desperately scared of anything slightly warm. We’re doomed to either live our lives in a freezer or to painfully have all our phsysical presence melt into liquid oh my g
14/9 2025
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The week is winding down. It hasn’t been the best week. But it has been a lot better than last week.
Hooves crossed my tooth situation is stable now. No more pain, please.
The weather forecast isn’t looking great. Fall is falling. We are heading into the dreaded 8 months of doom and gloom. Maybe we have a couple of almost summery days left, but that will be it. The darkening because. And I don’t like it. I don’t always cope well with heat, but I much prefer having to cool myself down compared to having to heat myself up. Curse this poor circulation.
And next week I will try to get back to a more normal self. I need to start working on losing some weight again. I have unfortunately let the situation slide way too much. The rollercoaster rides on. First step will be trying to get back in the habit of regular exercises. I have only done it once in a month. Depression to tooth extraction to recovery. I really really need to make exercising part of my schedule again. Here’s hoping I can accomplish it. I better not look up, I’m sure I’ll see a meteor coming if I do. There’s always something.
Here’s to hoping for good things. Thank you to everyone who is sticking with me through the dreariness and obnoxioushnesh. Lovsh you lovsh!
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That’s all for now.