Yesterday when orange Voldemort declared himself the chosen one I thought of sassy (movie) Harry Potter.
”She only likes you because she thinks you’re the chosen one!”
”But I am the chosen one.”
And then I hated myself for the comparison.

I can't handle the world. On any level. Macro down to personal.
Serenity fucking now.

Peanut was watching me change the newspaper in her cage earlier. She’s currently eating said newspaper. Because reasons.

I am beyond angry at Mr. Briefly's mother. My daughter posted a comment on her own facebook page that discussed parellels between nazi Germany and what is happening today as far as immigrants, detention camps, etc. My MIL left one of the rudest, meanest things I have ever seen. She told me daughter not to post things like that on her own page, she said horrible things. I just posed a long comment to my MIL, and told her that she has destroyed her relationship with her granddaughter and probably any hope of one in the future. My daughter is so hurt, and she is angry. And so am I. I try to be forgiving, but I'm not really inclined to forgive this one. Maybe I will be, but my daughter probably won't ever forgive her for this one. OK, rant over - and thank you for listening.

Did another photo shoot this morning (strictly trade for prints, because it's a fun hobby), this one for Paul McCartney/Another Day.  one of those incredibly pretty little songs that hides just devastating lyrics behind beautiful harmony:  As she posts another letter to the sound of five People gather 'round her and she finds it hard to stay alive It's just another day.  There's a furniture shop near where I live that sells second hand and "unique" furniture/decor.  They had a neat little vanity someone built out of a Singer sewing machine table so we did the photos there, trying to convey the world weariness of the lyrics in a single photo.  It felt good.  We'll see how the prints turn out.
It always surprises me how well Neptune and I work in these kinds of situations.  We'd had one conversation about this shoot, ten days or a couple weeks ago.  A few key words, couple props that he specifically wanted, not much else.  We walked into the building and started setting up without needing to really talk very much.  Just feels easy and in sync in a really comfortable way.

I went to get a snack and ran into someone someone who asked if I went outside for the two fire drills today. What fire drills? This is the third time fire alarms went off everywhere in a building except where I was. Why does this keep happening to me?

Has anybody else had issues with the latest Windows update?  Windows 10 has screwed up a lot of computers, mine included. Apparently,.Microsoft knew that it was going to cause problems and released it anyway. Now they talk like they are working on a problem.  OK, so I guess they are going to pay for the repairs to my laptop since I had to take it in to be fixed?  Due to their stupidity in releasing a known problem and not having a patch ready, but still they should not have released it knowing it was going to do this!!

Peanut likes sitting on her hidey-house! She’s eating a bit of honeydew melon which the pigs have never had before (although they have had watermelon). 

There is still a bit of an abscess left; it’s reduced a bit in size but not completely. Our nearest vet clinic is mainly cat/dog related although the woman we’ve been seeing does have an interest/knowledge about small animals. We’re going to contact another clinic who are an exotics centre; our vet said that she could do a slightly more invasive procedure but that it’d be best if we took Peanut to a specialist place. 
The vet also said today that we can reunite her with Cinnamon and Grace; there was no evidence of a bite mark but we’ll still have to be careful because of where the abscess is. The main reason we kept her separate was so she could recover post-sedation when the drainage site needed to properly heal. 
I’m not worried about her health-wise in any major sense, but it’ll be a relief when it’s dealt with! 

RIP Felice Gimondi

Received news (from my dermatologist) that I tested positive for ANA, which indicates I have some type of auto-immune problem. But I can't see a rheumatologist until my primary care refers me, and I don't have an appointment with primary care until the 28th. And who knows how long it's going to take me to get into a specialist. So now I just get to sit around thinking about what's potentially wrong with me and being scared shitless about it.