Back in the trains, let's stay alright

Again in the train.

Back in the trains.

I am again in a train. Home. For less than a day. By UTC, or even by the winter time, or simply ‘before the sun sets again’, i am to be in a train again; after work, finishing early, I go to meet up with my team members, then stay the night and see with them in the office.

Leaves me one, two if I’m lucky, days to meet with an old friend, who’s in town I home in, one I had never seen before; that and also,, been yearning for a night with an fwb of mine — who just went on a leave of absence at work for two weeks and these are rare opportunities to properly spend some time with him,,; so i been yearning i been daydreaming and;;

But such everything-moves-fast-abruptly-and-is-to-persist-on-the-move moments not once, even in this blogging by now, had made me miss out on my plans because of a thing happening with overstimulation and stuff and suddenly i could just watch my plans all move forward as if towards infinity very neatly, with a relief but also somewhat conscious i am also missing out on the stuff that once were to be

And so it goes. At least I can still blog efficiently. At least suddenly I am doing fun stuff, related to it. Writing every day — pretty f** amazing. One of my issues being that for my bullet journalling I ran out of the ink cartridges I had in my two fountain pens — but I am just now omw home, right? Let’s hope some of my spare ones fit, but I think I have some options to try on in the drawers.

Now let’s just not fuck things up and make my estradiol injection alright without a delay. And let’s make sure caffeine is there. And maybe do some counting of my methylphenidate scattered stash.