Licking good doughnuts near me

And this storyline update has my crying. As soon as Mickey asked if I'm ok, I'm like "goddammit Mickey, no I'm not. Being an adult is hard" it's like the actor that played Steve from Blues Clues on TikTok all over again.
I might have to take a break or see to myself mentally if a video game has me all messed up. The reason a lot of us like this game is to escape from our adult responsibilities and be a kid again, which Disney is scary good at tapping into those little insecurities. I live in Canada and dream of the day I can prioritize visiting Disneyland for the first time. Uhg. I'm sad.

Dragon Ball higher dimensional scaling is a weird subject to talk about. There're plenty of arguments for it, most focusing on Otherworld, I'll be discussing that and a few other argumentations explaining how higher dimensional DBZ doesn't hold up to scrutiny, at least to me.
We'll look at this post by u/ProfectusInfinity on Otherworld to start off. Now firstly, he confuses transcendent & transcendental, the latter is defined as anything that has to do with spiritual/non-physical worlds, it's nothing about higher dimensionality on its own, even mathematically speaking. Otherworld is the afterlife, it would be beyond everyday experience. Using transcendental that statement makes more logical sense. Their second point is discrediting Cipher, claiming he admitted Herms was bettemore reliable than him, but that's not what he's saying. Looking at the full context of the tweet, Cipher is saying Herms has translated nearly everything Daizenshuu related; if you needed something translated, Herms already has the translation for you. Not that he's the best at it, or better than Cipher, this is putting words in his mouth. Cipher doesn't like answering powerscaling questions, unlike Herms, who doesn't care for the most part. Using that tweet to say Herms is better than Cipher feels disingenuous. Herms' translation doesn't correlate to higher dimensionality anyway, as explained earlier, it's a moot point. Infinity shows a tweet of Cipher bringing up 'extra-dimensional' to refute people's claims on Otherworld. Now this brings up the question, why refute Cipher's newest version of the translation for an older version. Especially when both translations have the same message worded slightly differently, 'extra-dimensional' is defined as being outside the physical reality of the universe/outside Einsteinian's space-time. This makes sense as the Otherworld is outside from the Living World.

Oifey: "Hey Saul, I need your help. I heard you're the best lawyer in the land."
Saul Goodman: "Well hello there, what can I do for you?
Oifey: "It's about my cousin Sigurd. He's been accused of all sorts of unsavory things by Arvis. I think it's all a load of crap, but we need someone to defend him."
Saul Goodman: "Ah yes, I remember hearing about that. Arvis was trying to consolidate power, wasn't he?"
Oifey: "Exactly. He was just using Sigurd as a pawn to achieve his own goals."
Saul Goodman: "I see, well that changes things a bit. In my experience, when someone is making accusations from a position of power, it's always best to approach the situation with a healthy dose of skepticism. And when the evidence is circumstantial at best, that's when a good defense lawyer comes in handy."
Oifey: "That's exactly what I was hoping to hear. We need someone to fight for Sigurd."
Saul Goodman: "Well then, that's what I'm here for. I have a feeling we can get to the bottom of this and prove Sigurd's innocence. After all, he was a noble and honorable man who was devoted to his family and his kingdom."
Oifey: "That's exactly what I was thinking. I'm glad we're on the same page, Saul."
Saul Goodman: "Don't worry, my friend. We'll do everything in our power to make sure Sigurd gets the justice he deserves."
~In Chalpy~
Arvis: "Saul Goodman, I'm glad you're here. We have a bit of a problem with Sigurd."
Saul Goodman: "I'm all ears, Arvis. What seems to be the issue?"
Arvis: "As you know, Sigurd has been accused of treason and other unsavory crimes. We have pretty damning evidence against him, and I need to make sure he's held accountable for his actions."
Saul Goodman: "Damning evidence, you say? Let's take a closer look at that. Sometimes what appears to be evidence at first glance, upon closer inspection, turns out to be nothing but smoke and mirrors."
Arvis: "I assure you, Goodman, we have more than enough evidence to convict Sigurd. We have incriminating items that were found in his possession, and witnesses who have come forward with damning information."
Saul Goodman: "Ah, witnesses. The cornerstone of any good case. But are these witnesses credible? Have they been manipulated or coerced in any way? These are questions we must always ask ourselves in situations like this."
Arvis: "I can assure you that these witnesses are credible. They have no reason to lie, and their testimony is corroborated by other evidence we have."
Saul Goodman: "I see. Well, let's not jump to conclusions just yet. We must always remember that our legal system is founded upon the principle of innocent until proven guilty. Let's give Sigurd a fair trial and see what the evidence shows. Perhaps things aren't as cut and dry as they seem."
Arvis: "Very well. I'll make sure Sigurd gets a fair trial. But mark my words, Goodman, the evidence against him is overwhelming. I have no doubt he'll be found guilty."
Saul Goodman: "We shall see, Arvis. That's why we have trials – to see justice served, and to ensure that the truth is brought to light."
~In Prison (Probably)~
Saul Goodman: "Sigurd, I'm glad we could talk. I wanted to discuss the trial with you and see how you're feeling about everything."
Sigurd: "Thank you, Saul. To be honest, I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed. Arvis has presented some pretty damning evidence against me, and I'm not sure how to refute it."
Saul Goodman: "Yes, the evidence can seem daunting at first. But remember, evidence is only half the battle. The other half is how that evidence is presented and argued in court. I believe we can make a strong argument in your defense."
Sigurd: "But what about the witnesses? They seem pretty credible."
Saul Goodman: "Witnesses can be tricky, but they're not infallible. We can always challenge their credibility and explore their motivations for testifying. Plus, we have some investigative leads that could turn the tide of the case in our favor."
Sigurd: "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove my innocence. I just hope it's enough."
Saul Goodman: "Of course, and I'll be right there with you every step of the way. Just remember, we're not trying to prove that you're completely innocent – just that there's reasonable doubt to the claims against you. If we can do that, the burden is on Arvis to prove you guilty beyond a reasonable doubt."
Sigurd: "I understand. Thank you, Saul. With you by my side, I feel much more confident about the trial."
Saul Goodman: "You're welcome. And remember, even if things don't go our way in court, there's always the possibility of an appeal. We'll keep fighting until we get the justice you deserve."
~In Court~
Judge: "Order, order in the court. We are now in session for the trial of Sigurd, accused of treason and other crimes against the state. Prosecution, please present your opening statement."
Arvis: "Thank you, Your Honor. Ladies and gentlemen of the court, we are here today to address some very serious allegations against the defendant, Sigurd. We have evidence that he has conspired with our enemies, committed war crimes against innocent civilians, and misled the public in his official capacity. We will present witness testimony and physical evidence to demonstrate beyond a reasonable doubt that Sigurd is guilty of these heinous crimes."
Saul Goodman: "Your Honor, if it please the court, the defense would like to make an opening statement as well."
Judge: "Very well. Proceed."
Saul Goodman: "Ladies and gentlemen of the court, we appreciate the gravity of the charges against our client. However, we would like to remind the court that our legal system is founded upon the principle of innocent until proven guilty. The prosecution must be held to a high standard of proof, and we will do our utmost to challenge the evidence presented against our client. We ask that you keep an open mind and judge the evidence impartially."
Judge: "The court notes the opening statements of both the prosecution and defense. The prosecution may call their first witness."
Arvis: "Thank you, Your Honor. I call to the stand a witness who saw Sigurd collaborate with enemy forces."
And so the trial proceeds with the prosecution presenting their evidence and witnesses, while the defense challenges their credibility and presents their own evidence and witnesses. Saul Goodman fights tirelessly to chip away at the prosecution's case and make the court see the situation from a different perspective. Eventually, after hearing all the evidence and arguments, the jury retires to deliberate, and after much deliberation, they reach a verdict.
Judge: "Has the jury reached a verdict?"
Jury Foreman: "Yes, Your Honor. We find the defendant, Sigurd, not guilty of all charges."
The courtroom erupts in a mixture of cheers and jeers as Sigurd breathes a sigh of relief, thanking Saul Goodman for his tireless efforts to prove his innocence.

So there's a brand new pet supplies plus opening near me I've been grooming dogs for a little over 2 years. How's grooming for them? I'm currently a PCo groomer and was at PSmart. Do you like grooming for pet supplies plus

If you see my other post you will notice that like to write poems and i always wanted someone who will love me and be my inspiration to express my love in form of poem.
My negative points are: 1.Super Honest. 2.Gives lecture in middle of conversation. 3.Emotional.
My positive points are: 1.Good Sense of Humour. 2.Empathic. 3.Don't like to judge.

I am so disappointed with our skyy 2 x Bad Buddy and ATOTS. Initially, I was skeptical but open to the idea of the crossover, but holy shit, they ruined it for me.
Episode 1 of the combined episode, and we don't see Pat for a full part 1 despite it being BB week. I was like ok no issues. Maybe they do something meaningful in the remaining 3 parts, but nothing. A few scenes reenactment which was entertaining but that's it.
Episode 2 tonight was a mess at another level. It was supposed to be a goodbye episode, especially for PatPran, as the next episode is exclusive to ATOTS, but no, we didn't even get to see them together for more than 5 minutes combined. No kiss, no hugs, no special moments, just boring sulking for whatever stupid reason that was going on. It was a filer episode for tomorrow's final ig.
I know ON aren't exactly at good terms, but they should at least do their jobs. I am not angry at them alone but disappointed with the whole cast who made these episodes. I had high hopes for P'Aof but am so disappointed. BB was my first bl, so I'm extremely sad it ended this way. I wished they never did our skyy episodes.
Sorry for venting, but I needed to get this out. This is not hate to Earth and Mix as they have nothing to do with how the story goes. I just feel frustrated and sad that something I held dear to me ended in a not so pleasant way.

I have access to prucalopride. I found this post online that mentioned taking 0.5mg at minimum 4 hours after dinner, before bedtime, the reason being that--

"[p]rucalopride will induce phase III MMCs only when taken in a fasted state. The whole point of prucalopride is give your intestines an extra “boost” during the longest fast of the day (overnight); therefore for SIBO it is prescribed at 25% of the “standard dosage” because the “standard dosing” for prucalopride is set by the labelled use (chronic idiopathic constipation (CIC)), not for SIBO patients. "

He also says he--

"found nearly zero difference in how I feel at .5 mg to 2 mg. So stick with the .5 mg unless you have a good reason to go higher. "

Further down, on the topic of dosing, however, he also says--
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"You can start at .5 mg per night and adjust based on your results.
Basically there are 3 ways to tell what is an effective dose for you:

1. Are your symptoms diminishing?
   
2. Are your stools reasonably soft? That’s a good indicator. They shouldn’t be like they are barely hanging together, and they shouldn’t be hard coming out. Stools should come out nice and easy and be intact. Mark wrote: “You want soft as the best outcome and optimal motility effect.”
   
3. Does bloating due to eating a “bad meal” (like baked beans or rich in lactose) fully resolve by morning? Bloating resolution is all MMC. So I’ve blown myself up and expanded by 2". If you take the right dose 4+ hours after dinner, you should resolve all excess bloating by morning, essentially resetting you back to normal. If you aren’t getting a full reset, you should up the dose in .5mg increments."
   

The answer to these three questions fdr me is:

1. A little, in the first couple of days of me taking the prucalopride.
2. Not really, maybe a little better?
3. My bloating literally never resolves.

I'm up to 1mg now. I've needed to switch to taking it in the morning because I started classes and have to commute for 1.5 hours and then also be in bed on time, so can't wait 4 hours after dinner to take it.
tl;dr: I've been upping my dosage and trying different times of day to take the prucalopride but am a bit confused about varying, and kind of lacking results: do I up my dosage? Make other changes? What are your experiences with prokinetics and prucalopride in particular?

I’m still playing through the scene with Mickey, Minnie, and Goofy. I’m playing on Switch without a good way to get screenshots.
The dialogue reminds me of someone I know and the struggles with their diagnosed mental illness.
Thanks in advance to any PC players with good captures 🙏

I have this recurring nightmare. I attend this school where odd things happen. In this school, there are people I’ve never met before. Classes I’ve never taken.
Every time I have this dream, I enter a classroom that is listed on my class schedule, and the teacher yells at me for not showing up for weeks or even months. The teacher embarrasses me in front of the class and makes me do work that I didn’t even study for.
I guess it’s not the SCARIEST thing someone can dream about, but being forced to do a mountain of missed classwork is horrible. It also feels embarrassing being humiliated in front of this made-up class. It always feels too real.
I also get variations of this nightmare. Sometimes I dream that I’m running through the halls of the school trying to find where a class is. Then, by the time I find the classroom with the right room number, it’s too late, class is over. Detention.
I’ve had these types of dreams so many times that it feels like I’m enrolled in a completely different school in my mind when I’m asleep. I even have a mental image of what the school looks like from the outside after all those times I’ve been in recess or in the parking lot in other dreams.
Sometimes it’s a class with a teacher from an earlier dream, other times it’s completely different.
I figured these dreams were based on past experiences from elementary, middle, and high school that manifest themselves into vivid simulations from the back of my mind. But then three days ago I found out that it was a lot more than that.
My friend Santiago and I ride motorcycles together when the weather is nice. For weeks we were planning on going to this huge motorcycle meetup together. Before the meetup started, we wanted to rendezvous at his house and then ride our motorcycles to the spot together.
I rode my motorcycle from my house to his using my GPS. I’ve never been to his house before. He lived about thirty-five minutes away from me in a town I’ve passed by but never visited. As soon as I got to his house, Santiago was already turning on his motorcycle in front of his garage.
“Hey man, how’ve you been?” I spoke.
“Good, and you?” he replied.
“Great. I love this weather. You ready to go?”
“Hold on, let me put my dogs inside”.
Once we were all set to go, Santiago rode his motorcycle in front of me as I followed. He knew his way around to get us out of the neighborhood and back on the main road.
Now here’s where things get weird. Between the cluster of suburban neighborhood houses there was a long building that broke the pattern. I saw it in the distance as Santiago and I rode closer. The building was sitting on a hill and just looked unnatural in its place.
As we got past each stop sign and rode closer, the building strangely kept looking more and more familiar. I kept my bike going at a decent speed of 20 miles per hour. I intended to look at this building closely and drove slowly
Then, Santiago and I passed by the front of the building. I constantly turned my head to look at it, then to the road so I didn’t fall or crash. But once we were right in front of it, I just stared. I realized it when I saw the main doors.
It was... just like in my dreams. A long one-story building sitting on top of a grassy green hill. The same distinct main entrance doors. A red and yellow playground on the side of the building. A medium sized parking lot.
There was something so liminal about this building. Almost like those liminal spaces pictures that you see everywhere online. The building did not look real, but it was there right in front of me.
Once I turned my head back to the road, we reached the next stop sign and I nearly bumped tires with Santiago’s bike. Then, eventually, Santiago and I got farther, and farther away.
The rest of the day went well. We went to the meetup, saw a bunch of cool motorcycles, ate at a restaurant in the area, then parted ways and headed home. I had almost forgotten about the building until I rode home on my motorcycle and had time to think about it.
I thought, “What was that place? A school? Why did it look almost the exact same as that school that I see in my dreams? Have I been there before? No, that can’t be. I’ve never visited such a specific neighborhood before. There’s no way I’ve seen this building in my life. It’s just not possible for this dream school to be real.
Last night, I dreamed of the school again. It started off with me looking at the time. It was noon and I was just arriving to school. I was walking towards the entrance in a hurry. I entered the building, and the students were walking in the halls as usual.
I checked my schedule to see where I had to go next. In the list of unintelligible writing, I somehow deduced that I had to go to pottery class. I walked in an aimless direction until I reached a small classroom.
An old man with white hair and glasses looked at me angrily as I took my seat. I always hated old grumpy teachers. This guy was no different
“WHERE have YOU been. What, you don’t think this class is IMPORTANT? You haven’t even started on the first project and we’re already on PROJECT FOUR.”
As always, I just sit there, confused and ashamed. The entire class giggling or shaking their heads in disappointment. The teacher gave me the angriest face as his right hand shook while holding a small pot. Right before the dream ended, I saw the pot leave his hand and soar in my direction.
I woke up not knowing if I was still dreaming or not. Dazed, I had to remind myself that it was only a dream. That dream was extremely vivid. Moreso than the others because the school felt all too real. It was like I was there. The similarities between the dream school and the real building I saw were uncanny. Something made me want to investigate it further.
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I had Google Maps pulled up on my phone. I was looking at Santiago’s address while lying in bed. I knew the building should be around his house, maybe about five or six blocks away. Since the meetup spot was more east, I tapped and dragged the map to the right slowly.
It took only seconds until I found the long building. In this top-down view, I saw how it broke the pattern from the rest of the houses. I tapped it to see if I could get more info on it. Strangely, Google Maps did not have this building listed as anything. It just showed the address as if it were another house.
Then I went into street view mode to get a look at it from street level. “Oh god...” I thought to myself. It looked the exact same as the school I visited in my dreams. This can’t be a coincidence. I must see it for myself.
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UPDATE
It’s been a week and one day since I passed the building on my bike. It was Monday now. Curiosity got the better of me as I was interested in seeing the interior of the building.
The morning was breezy and chilly with cloudy skies. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was driving in my car to a school I saw in my dreams. It didn’t take too long to arrive since there was less traffic in the morning. It was almost 8 AM when I arrived at the parking lot of the school and there were a couple of other cars parked there. “Last time it was empty. There should be people inside” I thought.
At first, my plan was that I wasn’t going to enter. I was just going to look through the windows on the doors. Just to see what the inside looked like. This place seemed like a school for small children that I had no business entering.
I walked to the entrance with the glass doors. Honestly, I felt like a creep, but I really wanted to look inside, while hoping there wasn’t a cop around being suspicious of me.
I put my forehead on the glass of the door, with my hands covering the sides of my face to see better. As soon as I got close enough to the glass, I saw nothing but heard everything. With my eyes, I saw an empty hall. With my ears, I heard hundreds of voices.
“Wait... where are these noises coming from?” I thought as I kept looking around. These sounds were so audible that it sounded like people were on the other side of the door. Yet, I didn’t see anyone. Just a long hallway with the lights off. There were doors on the sides. All closed. There was even debris on the floor. The place looked ruined and abandoned. Yet, the sound of walking, shuffling, talking, and shouting were still audible.
It was all so spooky. I felt like my mind was playing tricks on me. Something inside me begged me to open the doors and walk around. Was that the right thing to do? This was all unnerving and mysterious and I felt like I had to go inside. At least to just walk a couple of feet.
Again, I looked around behind me to see if anyone was looking. While my head was turned toward the outside, I slowly opened the doors and entered when there was enough space to get in. As soon as I was in, I turned my head forward again and I did not expect to see what was in front of me.
Like magic, the once empty hall was now sprawling with people. Hundreds of them appeared seemingly out of thin air. The lights were on, the floor was clean, and people were going in and out of classrooms. I couldn’t tell what age they were. They all looked somewhere between middle and high school.
“What the fuck. Where am I?” I whispered. I looked down at my hands to make sure this wasn’t one of those dreams. I opened and closed my fists. I pinched myself and it hurt. Sure enough, it was real life.
I stood in that same spot for about a minute just watching everyone walk. When that minute was up, I realized there were less and less people out in the hallway. I saw the last few hurrying to where they needed to be as the last classroom door closed.
In just a few moments, I was alone in the hallway with the buzz of the fluorescent lights. The walls were half white at the bottom, and half red at the top. It looked so liminal like the hallways in my dreams. This wasn’t a dream, though.
I began walking down the hall. I passed by classrooms that had small square windows on the doors that I couldn’t see through.
It was almost silent now with no noise besides my footsteps. I checked my phone for the time. It was 8:15AM. I noticed I didn’t have signal at all. “What? ...why don’t I have service?” I thought to myself.
Once I got to the end of the hallway, I saw that it split into two other hallways. I looked deep into each hallway and they both looked the same. Not knowing where to go I thought, “Okay. That’s enough. Time to leave.”
I did a 180 degree turn to go back the way I came. I didn’t even take a third step when I heard a door open intensely and a harsh voice say “oh THERE he is. OUT in the HALLS and not in CLASS. HEY. YOUNG MAN. You better get in this classroom RIGHT NOW.”
I was startled by that voice. It broke the silence so abruptly that I jumped. It was a fat old lady with a wrinkled and scrunched face. She had curly gray hair and glasses.
I just stared at her for a moment. Then I tried to speak, “... I- I'm sorry, I’m uh... not-”
“YOU HAVEN’T SHOWED UP TO A SINGLE CLASS. Do you have ANY idea how much TROUBLE YOU’RE IN?” she boomed.
I sounded like a mouse compared to her. “L-look I... I think you uh... got the wrong per-”
“GET IN HERE.” she grew angrier. “GET IN THIS CLASSROOM RIGHT NOW.”
I stopped my little muttering and began to walk backwards. The lady then vigorously swung open the classroom door so hard it hit the wall as she speed-walked in my direction with such an aggravated look on her face.
Now, I’m not short, but I’m also not tall. I’m 5’8”. But compared to this lady, she made me look like a third grader. She was gigantic. Probably more than 7 feet tall.
I didn’t know what she was going to do. I walked backwards first and then tried turning around. Before I could make a complete turn, I felt a strong grip on my wrist and my motion stopped completely. I looked down at my wrist and saw a fat hand around it. I struggled hard to break free from the grasp, but I was swiftly pulled in the old lady’s direction.
No matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break away. The old lady was dragging me toward the classroom.
“WHAT... THE HELL. HEY. ERGHHH LET GO OF ME!” I yelled.
“YOU DAMN TROUBLESOME KID. GO TO YOUR SEAT!” She pulled me up into the air, suspended by my shirt, and threw me into the classroom.
I hit the floor with a hard thud. My elbow and knees took the most impact as I was slow to get up. Pain hit my legs hard as I got back on my two feet and heard the door shut firmly.
The old lady that just got done manhandling me took a heavy sigh and said, “OKAY. Now we have a full class. That makes Miss Howler happy.” She took a seat at the big desk in the front. After sitting down, she looked over at me with an angry and confused expression.
“Why are you still standing there? Get to YOUR SEAT.”
I was frozen but my eyes darted around the room. I looked at the students. The class was indeed full. I looked at their faces and they were all grinning and looking straight.
My observation of the class was interrupted by the loud slam of Miss Howler’s fat fist on her desk.
“I SAID GO TO YOUR SEAT. RIGHT NOW!!!” she yelled.
I didn’t know what to do. Should I make a run for it? Or should I just sit like the teacher said and just get it over with? I didn’t want to risk being thrown again so I went to the back of the classroom where I saw an empty seat. I sat down and still couldn’t believe what was going on. This felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
I looked around me. Everyone was still looking straight forward. Miss Howler was sitting at her desk again sorting some papers.
“How did I get myself into this mess? And how long will this all take?” I thought. Then, Miss Howler got up from her desk and walked over to the first student sitting in the front row. From where I was, I could see she was passing a packet of papers to each student.
“OKAY. Take one and pass it backwards, please. What you will all receive momentarily is our next assignment. Read through it carefully” she said.
The student sitting in front of me passed a packet over his shoulder for me to grab.
“Surely, I won’t be needing this” I thought while placing it on my desk. I read the words at the top.
ORGANIC CHEMISTRY 101 – ASSIGNMENT 8
The title was the only thing I understood. The rest of the page was just a bunch of science jargon. The questions were all based on equations with more letters than numbers.
“Like always, have this completed by the end of the week. Late work WILL NOT give you full credit... OHHH... SPEAKING of LATE WORK” Howler turned around and grabbed something beneath her desk. When she turned back around, she looked at me over the top of her glasses.
“YOU. Young man. Come here. Now.” Howler pointed at me and wriggled her finger, motioning for me to come up to the front of the class.
Nervously, I got up and walked past the many students that were still smiling and looking forward. I don’t think I ever saw them blink. When I got to Howler’s desk, she had a neat stack of papers probably about a foot high.
“Take your work and SIT down,” said Howler while glaring at me. Before anything else I grabbed the packet on the top of the stack. I looked at the top, ORGANIC CHEMISTRY LESSONS 1-127. I quickly turned around and walked back towards my seat before Howler slammed her fist again.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
I turned around slowly and nervously. “Wh- what?”
“WHY DID YOU ONLY TAKE THE ONE? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!?
“Umm... no. Look, I’m not supposed to be here” I said. “How DARE YOU. COME TAKE THE REST OF YOUR WORK,” she yelled. “I... okay,” I said as I walked back. I didn’t know that the whole stack was for me. As I reached for the stack, my vision went all white.
KABWOOSH
In an instant, white papers flew everywhere around me like a hurricane. Howler had bashed the stack with the back of her fat hand so hard that none of them were on the desk anymore. As the last page hit the floor she said, “You have SOME NERVE trying to joke around with ME. YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE. Now PICK IT UP”.
I thought, “there’s no way I’m going to pick all of this up. This is ridiculous. I must leave. I can make a run for it from here”.
Before picking up a single page, I rushed to the door, pulled on the knob violently and turned it both ways. Sadly, it wouldn’t give. It was locked from the inside. Once I realized this, I felt something towering over me from behind. A shadow loomed over the door.
“Where do you think YOU’RE GOING? I cannot BELIEVE THIS. IN ALL MY YEARS YOU ARE THE WORST”.
I was still facing the door. Disappointed that I couldn’t leave. Suddenly, my neck tightened, and I felt like I was choking. I was pulled backwards. My shirt's collar fell tight as I realized I was being pulled by the back of my collar.
Then I was airborne and fell onto the bed of papers on the floor.
“I SAID PICK THEM UP. I WON’T ASK YOU AGAIN. DO IT NOW!!!!!!” Howler was the angriest she’d ever been so far.
I had no other choice but to pick them up and put them back in a stack. As I was placing them in a pile, I saw bright red dot appear on the white of a page. “Blood?” I thought. Then a few seconds later another drop. I placed my hand on my cheek, and it stung. My fingers were red from touching it. When Howler bashed the paper stack, I must have gotten a paper cut.
Once I was done stacking, I lifted it up and went to my seat. Then Howler began teaching. I can’t remember a single word she said while teaching. It was all chemistry, and I didn’t know a thing about it. All I knew was that I had to get out of there. I needed a reason.
But then she said, “Alright. Any questions?”
I shot my hand up before any of the five other students could. As soon as I did, Howler looked at me and said, “Yes, YOU.”
“Uh... may I use the bathroo-”
“NO. PAY ATTENTION.”
“Please. I just need some paper for this cut on my face.”
She glared at me so hard. I was starting to regret even asking. It felt like I made a huge mistake for even raising my hand at all.
To my surprise she said, “FINE. But don’t think for a SECOND that I’m just going to let you WALK OUT OF HERE by yourself. I’m NOT stupid.”
She looked at the student right in front of her. “James. Please escort your fellow student to the restroom.”
I immediately got up and walked towards the front. James stood up and turned to me. He had short blond hair, green eyes, and was still smiling even when looking at me. “Yes ma’am.” He said in a proud voice. James walked in front of me.
Before we got to the door, I froze as we heard, “LISTEN. You BETTER be back here in TWO MINUTES. BOTH OF YOU. DO NOT waste my time. GO.”
With that, James turned the doorknob. Surprisingly, it opened. How did it open so easily for him?
James and I exited the classroom. Just being out of it felt like freedom. My cut was still dripping blood. I then spoke, “Hey James. What is this place? What’s going on?”
“This is our school. Where have you been this whole time?” He replied. He would not stop smiling.
“What do you mean?” I said, “I’ve never been inside this school before.”
He said, “Yes you have.”
When we got to the bathroom, I quickly got some paper towels and placed them on my cheek. James then said, “Okay. Let’s go back now” as he turned around and headed for the door.
My stomach ached at the thought of going back into that classroom. I was already through with being there. “Hey James, you go on ahead I’ll be in the classroom soon,” I said while opening a stall door.
James stopped before opening the door. “I don’t think we should keep Miss Howler waiting any longer,”
I entered the stall and said, “I really, really, have to use the toilet pretty badly. It’s going to take a while. Please, go ahead and return. I’ll take the blame, James”. With that, I closed the stall door and locked it.
I waited for a response. There was no sound coming from the outside of the stall. James had gone quiet. I was looking down in the opening of the stall under the door. These two neat shoes appeared. I was starting to get creeped out. “Umm... James?” I spoke.
Then, suddenly, blond hair was appearing under the stall door slowly. The neat shoes were still there and hadn’t moved. I kept my eyes on the blond hair as it moved down ever so slightly. I saw a forehead, then eyebrows, then green eyes.
“What the fuck...” I whispered.
It was James’ head. It was upside down. His head kept lowering slowly as his nose was now visible. Then his mouth was coming into full view. He was grinning cheek to cheek like always. I was about to scream my lungs out.
Then he said, “It’s time to go back”.
I will end it here for now. There’s so much more to this occurrence than I can write in one post. I will continue in the next one.

I graduated and currently hold an accredited B.Arch degree here in the United States, and have been working full time at a mid-size firm for the past year.
I am really interested in 3D graphics, art, and modelling; and don't really see myself staying in the architecture field. Would an arch-viz job (I've interviewed and have received offers from a few places that are still open) be a good way to learn the skills that could set me down that path? From a glance, it seems like it could be - but I'd like to hear the thoughts of more experienced people?
Thanks!

Half my job involves driving. Decided to check out spite. Haven't heard a band this pissed off since slipknot. I'm almost 30 and this gives me the vibe of when I first heard Iowa when I was 10. A band that perfectly mixes hardcore and death metal perfectly. Nearly crashed the truck as I was feeling the hell out of it while driving. Any other recommendations? It's like if crystal lake and slipknot went full on deathcore.
Was around aince the first wave of deathcore

B,
It’s been one month since you’ve ghosted me, went no contact whatever you want to call it! Justify however you like, say it was for you, believe that it wasn’t possible to work through or worth it. You know the truth, one day you’ll wake up and realize it all.
I’m a husk, a shell of the former man I once was, an emptiness I’ve never known. There is a you shaped hole where my heart use to be. You were my puzzle piece completing this fuck up puzzle we call life, For nearly 10 years. The last words you spoke “I love you” haunts my every nightmare and waking moments.
Now I obsessively search for you in every possible avenue of my day. Desperate to find some way to cling to what we had. I was not worthy enough to be owed anything by you? My value is so small that you upped and move completely across the country without a word.
Now I’m left to sit and rot in our marital home, left to pick up the pieces you left behind. I wait every day for the moment, that knock on the door and to receive the notice of divorce. What else am I to think, you’ve given me nothing else…as I’ll now just be a decaying husk. Till I can be no more, I only hope from the decay I can be reborn by the remains of what I was.
I love you, I always will. I miss you, I’ll always wait for your return. Your my best friend, my confidante, my soulmate, my heart, my angel, my Wife.

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Worked out with my buddy again today. After wrapping up a good workout, there was one more thing I wanted to do, but the machine was taken. I pointed that out to my bud, and he says, "really I'm just feeling like a sauna now." We were tired, and I took his hint, or what I thought was his hint. Idk. And we stretched and hit the sauna. He wears his shorts in there.
Then, we finish that and hit the showers. Today, he was slightly more shy. He did the towel dance to take his underwear off and again when putting them back on. It surprised me a little because he was so comfortable yesterday, but the locker room was a bit more crowded.
I just stripped like normal, making sure to face him while I did. It did seem like he checked me out a little, which was also curious. Then, taking advice from a friend, I decided to pick out my shower first, without giving him opportunity to invite me again just to see how he played the situation.
He chose to join me again in my shower stall. Without being invited. Obviously, I didn't mind at all. But it was a little surprising.
Beyond that, was just a nomral shower. Interesting situation. I kinda think he's just shy but also curious. Either way, I'm enjoying the comraderie, and I suppose I'll let him determine what to do next. He did seem to feign being too busy to work out again tomorrow BUT then, he suggested the next day. So I think he's just tired

2023 Trek Marlin 5 ML in Azure. Love the color, did one ride yesterday and felt confident on it which is a good sign! Love the hospitality at the Trek store that helped me choose this bike, especially as an adult beginner with anxiety issues.

I cried throughout the night. Not heavily, a few heartfelt tears stained my face. I’ve never had my heart broken because I gave it away to someone that wouldn’t have the luxury of getting too close.
It pains me to be in love with someone I don’t know, someone I miss, someone I yearn for.
To be more than a memory To be more than an acquaintance To be more than a friend To be more than what’s currently available to me. And yet, I’m comfortable in the silence. You are clueless to how you affect me, well maybe not entirely clueless. Do I affect you as well? Perhaps a smidge?
Anyways, my heart’s been with you since before you stole a kiss. Anyone I’ve kissed after you taste like garbage lol. In reality, I’ve never felt the spark with anyone else. Kinda sucks at times but I don’t dwell on it. I know how to be happy on my own.
What does make me sad is that I’ll never love someone as much as the affection I feel for you. It’s nearly impossible. Not even my son’s father.
Well, live long and prosper 🖖

Does anyone knows what can I as new kink as I don't wanna play more that 1 hours but that gives me good fun !!

I came across a post in this subreddit that is 2 years old and I resonated a lot with it. It’s been one of the major problems in my life recently that has been the source of the most stress. However, I’m having trouble researching or learning more about it. It seems related to OCD yet I can’t determine exactly how, why, etc.
Here’s the 2+ year old original post(not my own):
“Posting this so I can stop thinking about posting this and go to sleep
I just spent 2 hours sitting completely still, just watching the deadline on an assignment tick down (and now another two hours contemplating writing this, so here we are). Feeling frustrated and disappointed. It doesn't usually bother me this much, but this week I've been picking back up old hobbies and have similarly brick-walled making endless mental to-do lists for how to do the thing I'm currently trying to do. In elementary school my teacher would often think I was defiantly refusing to work because I would just freeze to try and plan every piece before starting. I hate when professors require "outlines" as one of their assignments because if you think I'm going to spend hours or days ruminating about ruminating about the actual assignment I don't even have words for you. If I manage to put together an outline instead of ruminating and it helps me complete actual work, good for me. Don't grade my process, my process is bad.
Anyway. Like I said it's bothering me now because I'm trying to think of what I'm going to do and become once I graduate and right now it feels like I'm just going to be that person that never does anything because they never start. I have hobbies that I love. I have projects I want to be proud of. I'm tired of gridlocking as soon as I sit down to begin. I'm tired of staring at the wall. I still have an 80% in my class without tonights assignment, so I'm not screwed, and I have finished projects I enjoyed before. It can be better than this. But tonight I'm tired.”
I’ve been diagnosed with OCD that mostly(but not entirely) manifests as a cleaning/washing type. This post I quoted really resonated with me, yet I’m having trouble understanding the exact specifics of it.
Since this was originally posted in this subreddit, it must be a symptom/manifestation of OCD in some way. If that’s true then it must have an obsession/compulsion relationship. However, I can’t identify it, and researching it has been difficult. Most sources, be it a detailed Google search or this very subreddit, don’t really mention what the redditor I quoted talked about. I’m seeing a lot of descriptions of OCD and it’s many forms, treatment, symptoms, resources, examples, etc. But I haven’t been able to find how OCD specifically relates to the quote above.
If anyone can help me in identifying a label for this pattern of behavior, please let me know. If I had a more specific label for this behavior then I could, hopefully, narrow my search to more relevant sources.
I’ve struggled with this for a LONG time. I have more to say about it too, like how what the redditor talks about specifically applies to me and my situation. And other details, but I’m on mobile and Reddit gets mad when I write long posts. So I can answer any clarifying questions in the comments if necessary.
Any insight is appreciated, as long as it’s not mean, aggressive, or hateful.

So my wife and I just recently closed on a home in the foothills of Virginia on home built in 1949. The property fell into disrepair over the last couple years. This home had so much character and good bones that we were willing to take on the project because we could see the potential. Our previous home was built in a vinyl village neighborhood in 2020 and has very little charm.
After we moved in I realized I was a bit over my head. Fortunately we are doing well on the sale of our other home and will have some significant money to invest into fixing and updating this home.
So I am looking for advice about how to tackle this while living in the house. We are trying to divide projects into now, mid term, and long term and list the out. Some of the bigger projects are a kitchen remodel and bathroom remodel. We would like to do most of the work ourselves minus any required trade work. We are trying to start with some low hanging fruit like fixing landscaping and replacing light fixtures.
All of the major systems like roof, HVAC, electrical, plumbing are functioning so no immediate work is required there.
Have you fixed up an old home while living in it? What did you learn and what would you had done differently? How can I do this in a cost effective way that isn't also going to drive me insane? S

Hello, here are a couple of tips/info mixed in with some salty tears and the genuine want to help other people survive fed ex ground.
1: realize that sometimes someone has to get fucked. It may be you, and it definitely won't be consensual. What I mean is that your work load is a coin toss. You may be the poor soul who gets 1-3 trailers and think, "oh, this should be an easy night! What's the worst that can happen in 3 trailers?" Well dear reader, pain can happen. Those 3 trailers can have a flow more powerful than the sentence of an angry ops manager. Other nights, the world load isn't too bad! Dare I say it, sometimes you have a quiet shift. Regardless, please go into your night expecting to be busy.
2: Try your best to ignore people who aren't helping/doing their job. Unfortunately there are some people who enjoy hardly working, (you know them, and you love them) and I cannot blame them too much when this job can be extremely tiring. You will find it very irritating when you're drowning in packages and joe blow doesn't wanna help you out because he's not assigned to those trailers... Even when he is obtaining very little flow. Seniority can blow sometime. Be the person who helps someone else. I've had a handful of people genuinely assist me and I still haven't forgotten them.
3: for some reason, during orientation they don't go over ic (uc) loaders and belt picks. Let me tell you a bit about these position which you may like (if you hate yourself like me)
Ic loaders: you came for a work out? God damnit you came to the right place. You get to load heavy, awkward, and sometimes slightly dangerous packages into the trucks. You'll scan it, load it, and try to make it look somewhat pretty (here's a secret, no one worries about the way it's stacked)
Belt pick: so you want to work out AND work on your multi tasking ability? Ok, well belt pick and ic loaders have almost the same responsibilities. Main difference is that belt picks don't typically load the packages into trucks, they don't have the ability to pee or fill their water unless someone covers for them, (that belt is moving until the end of shift), and you get to bounce around 3-10 trailers, rip shit off the belt, scan it, and set it to the side. You will rarely ever receive any help. You'll end up having nightmares of lawn mowers.
4: the my schedule app can be confusing to a new hire. You'll see that the schedule is 1:30-4:00 but won't end up going home until 5:00. Idk why they don't put the correct end time when it's very consistent. A general rule of thumb, your shift will end 30 minutes before the start of the next shift. For example, if it says I work 7-10:15, but the next shift doesn't start until 11:30, I know I'll still be there until 11.
5: invest in good shoes. I've worn shitty shoes to this job before, and I want to backhand myself for doing so. Take care of your feet. Buy memory foam, buy steel toes, and your feet will thank you.
6: prepare for whatever weather condition is in your area. If it's hot af, expect to add an extra 10 degrees to that measurement whenever you're in a trailer. If it's cold af, expect to heat up at some point, but still bring a sweater.
7: do not go hard your first hour on the clock. Sure, I'm an advocate for always giving a 100 percent, but don't ever give a 110 percent the moment you clock in. I get it, a caffeine high makes you feel like you can DESTROY these packages. Then an hour passes, you suffer from withdrawal, you're tired, and you got 3 more hours. No matter what you do, the flow is never gonna end until the end of the shift. This job is a marathon and not a sprint.
8: be ready to advocate for yourself. If you need a water, go get water. No place can legally prevent you from doing so. Fuck the packages. If you're on the belt, ask someone to cover for you, most ic loaders I've encountered will do so. If you're on ics/loading a truck, don't even ask to get a refill. Most ops managers I've met don't care, so long as you're genuinely just filling your bottle.
9: avoid any clock like it's the plague. Don't bother bringing a watch, you don't wanna know how long you've been there. Time goes by so much slower when you're aware of how long you've been working.
10: team lifts don't exist 90 percent of the time. You don't always have someone working with you, so throw that propaganda they hit you with right out the door. The orientation videos and presentation is more than likely created by people who have never touched a package in their life. Only true advice is to lift with ya knees, and not your back, get help if it's available (it very rarely will be).
11: keep to yourself, work well, and just remember that you're here for that sweet moola. The job is hard, it sucks, but you can get through it and survive fed ex ground.