In brainmeats news, it seems my insurance is now willing to pay for most
of the TMS treatment. That's part of the anxiety, trying not to get my hopes
up in case A. insurance changes it's mind and B. It doesn't do any good.
Like most mental health treatments it's a dice roll. But it would be
effective, and who knows, it may also act like a Tillinghast Resonator from
'From Beyond'. Oh, that might end up having me eaten by a transdimensional
monster. I'll let you know if anyone at the treatment looks like Barbara
My spawning day is Tuesday. So, the quasi plan is to celebrate tomorrow
with Amythest and Nymaz. (I also have to work Sat night/Sunday morning,
so no really wild partying) I have to wort on the actual Spawning day, but
I'm going to try to work from home that day. Next weekend I'll be hanging
out with other friends. No big shindigs for me, trying to limit the social
anxiety issues. So here's to getting older. I'd say like a fine wine, but
I'm all cheese, baby.
So that's about it for this week. Wish me luck on a nice, fun weekend.