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Friday, August 12th, 2022 05:41 pmSo there was one of those Bored Panda articles on 'stuff you thought was cool in your 20s that's No Way in your 30s' and the hook item was sleeping on the station/ airport floor to save hotel costs. At which a faint bell went off that said *You've* done that, and I thought 'I did?' But yes, I have a vague recollection of a train station that had to be in Italy- because for sure France wouldn't allow it- and lots of bodies using knapsacks for pillows in the morning light. Only I'm really not sure if it was something I did or just something someone told me about (though I know someone did, because he was describing waking up to a thief going through the next guy's bag, and screaming at him to fuck off.) This feels weird: like how would I forget sleeping on a train station floor?
Meanwhile we're having a spell of Glorious Summer: mid-20s in the day, window fan cool at night, sun and breezes and deep blue sky. Not really cool enough for a t-shirt except in the evening. Saw the chiro today for an assessment which was nice, except that what's been bugging me most of the week is a slightly frozen shoulder and he was concentrating on my legs. Which need strengthening, yes, and my back needs stretching, so now I have a bunch of new exercises, hurray. Including one he demonstrated that I will never be able to repeat because part of having no spatial sense is not being able to figure out where the various parts of my body are supposed to be. Maybe this mental fuzz is age, though I'm inclined to think that much of it may be a lack of daily people interaction. I feel half not-here most of the time, and like I've woken up when I get to talk to people. Some people. My neighbours seem not to qualify because I can still talk to them in my sleep.
Meanwhile we're having a spell of Glorious Summer: mid-20s in the day, window fan cool at night, sun and breezes and deep blue sky. Not really cool enough for a t-shirt except in the evening. Saw the chiro today for an assessment which was nice, except that what's been bugging me most of the week is a slightly frozen shoulder and he was concentrating on my legs. Which need strengthening, yes, and my back needs stretching, so now I have a bunch of new exercises, hurray. Including one he demonstrated that I will never be able to repeat because part of having no spatial sense is not being able to figure out where the various parts of my body are supposed to be. Maybe this mental fuzz is age, though I'm inclined to think that much of it may be a lack of daily people interaction. I feel half not-here most of the time, and like I've woken up when I get to talk to people. Some people. My neighbours seem not to qualify because I can still talk to them in my sleep.
