heather

these badly-run low-dose naltrexone trials are jeopardizing potential access to one of the only medications that can help ME/CFS patients because they're dosing it using a completely wrong paradigm

you know when you can't get out of your car after a long day at work and you sit there for hours? that's how i've felt for the last week

all i want is a bass overdrive that doesn't sound like grinding glass or rattling paper

if stainless steel strings are described as "piano-like", then what i want is "more piano"

holy shit we're winning

heather gets to do some actual library science stuff at her job starting today

have we tried asking the plants if they can stop eating radioactive isotopes from the soil

how do you deal with forever being the scrappy little kid trying to get back on her feet when you're marching steadily into your thirties

what the fuck do you even do when you never got a chance to really get started doing anything, but you're actively aging out of "first chance" opportunities

my garmin watch is all of a sudden cooked and refuses to measure my heart rate. this is the most important device i own. i need it to measure my disease state so i don't accidentally die

you don't have to get into fights with randos on the internet i promise no one's life has ever improved from an internet fight between strangers

she called me "feather" in front of her parents 😵‍💫

accidentally at first and then not accidentally afterward

i still wanna record and mix a whole song entirely on microcassette

8:30 pm café cheesecake outing