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Accidentally caught a hard quirt of water to the ear in the shower the other day. Thought I'd got it all out, but today I woke up to the worst ear infection I've ever had. Actually got into my doc and got antibiotics and drops, but I'm fucking miserable.
 
That’s part of their new dumb marketing thing. They can’t even be bothered to put it together for you and you get stuck with food waste.
that's fucking retarded

I'm having a shitty day. One of my cats died. He was 14, kidney failure. RIP bossman
rip in peace kitty. at least he had a long life.

i had to take my dog to the vet yesterday. she's a tiny chihuahua and got into some weed and gave me a good scare. cost me 135 canada shekels in vet bills, but i'm glad to have confirmation that she's healthy and fine. it's worth it for the peace of mind.
 
There's over a foot of snow outside, and I'm not even gonna bother getting the snowblower out until tomorrow. I was hungry, craving donuts, and I'm snowed in. I decided to try something my granddad used to do on mornings before we'd go fishing. Skillet donuts! Basically, just baking mix biscuits, use a shotglass to cut out the hole because you fry those bastards, too. Fried in a bit of oil, and covered in powdered sugar or cinnamon and sugar mix. Not the healthiest thing I've ever ate, but I enjoyed them just as much as I did when I was a kid, and they scratched the donut itch. I'm gonna look for a glaze recipe if I try again. Or maybe a honey glaze, because I've still got a big jar of honey to work through. I got my big ass fake fireplace roaring, and I'm cozy. I've never had a more relaxing blizzard.
Glaze is dead easy. Powdered sugar and a tiny bit of milk.
 
I like stout reductions, which are usually mix the stout of your choice with an equal amount of brown sugar (light or dark), put on medium constantly stirring until it just barely begins bubbling, immediately drop to low and simmer for 45 minutes (or until the volume has been reduced by about a half).

This makes a fairly nice glaze or just a sauce for already cooked meat.

And don't worry if it doesn't seem thick enough, especially if you're going to refrigerate it and use it later. It gets very thick in the refrigerator and you have to heat it up a bit to drizzle it.
 
I feel completely empty inside. Like my life has no meaning. All there is is rage and hate. The slightest provocation sets me off and all I feel pleasure from is taking it out on others. Every tiny slight feels like a personal offense. I want it to end.
This fox has a funny snout, but you're convinced that the world is dull and meaningless. I'm shameful for wording it exactly like this, but I must: are you homosexual?
 

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I feel completely empty inside. Like my life has no meaning. All there is is rage and hate. The slightest provocation sets me off and all I feel pleasure from is taking it out on others. Every tiny slight feels like a personal offense. I want it to end.
I know the feeling. You've felt happy before. You'll feel happy again.
 
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I feel completely empty inside. Like my life has no meaning. All there is is rage and hate. The slightest provocation sets me off and all I feel pleasure from is taking it out on others. Every tiny slight feels like a personal offense. I want it to end.
No you don't.
You know how I know that?
You posted here.
Please please get evaluated for depression as it sounds like that might be what you are feeling.
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Here is a cat with cool glasses.
 
Moving to another state and its kicking my ass. I've got this by the ass though. Just takes a lot of out of yah.
How do you meet new people when you relocate? I can't figure this thing out.
It's hard I know.
I was there.
Go back and talk to your docs.
You DESERVE a great life.
there's no fixing life if the world is just a beyond hopelessly shitty place. I want to see mankind go extinct. I don't think the world makes enough things of value anymore. It's a bleak future.
 
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