Only a week back on the socials and I already want to send Facebook back into room 101

4 days in a row of gym and it feels like someone is pulling the arms off my voodoo doll. Yes I did have Monkey Island 2 in mind when I considered this.

Penultimate day of self imposed insta/fb/tiktok ban. I've accidentally opened the fb page a handful of times but thankfully it takes so long to load, I can quickly close it. Looked at the business insta page for something my daughter was involved with but that's it.

Half way through a self imposed, week long 'fast' of Facebook, Instagram and Tiktok. Deleted the apps off my phone, set browser restrictions and whilst I did login to tiktok to change my username, that was a bit of admin that needed doing.

Pipe down Claudia. It's Friday. Chill out gurl.

Callous shaver purchase was a good idea. Using it before bed when tired was not. Still hopefully my left big toe will be ok.

Can't understand why no one would want to pay me 100k a year to eat croissants and hang out with my daughter 🤷‍♀️

So of course that meant I got a PB but didn't hit failure so probably have more in me. Even my goddamn muscles are contrary.

Quads feel like concrete but squats are on the menu for tomorrow. This can only go well.

I'm sure I meant to do something else today other then take daughter to GP, a castle and then get decision paralysis over replacing a windscreen. Like finding a job maybe.

Things I would spend my money on where I fabulously wealthy (aside from helping people and good causes) - on demand foot masseur

I want to post life stuff to friends but Facebook is so loathesome. Today it's a stream of tales about people who died too young or in particularly tragic circumstances. I'm understand I must have engaged with similar content at some point but the click farming is pretty exploitative.

Would love to nope out of doing anything today. I am so tired. I'm sure the universe will just drop a couple of mill on me and all immediate problems solved.

Oh and now a post gym visual migraine. Eyeballs go bzzzzzzzz.

Ooof some vivid dreams last night. At the house I grew up in that my parents sold and my sister hating me for reasons unknown. Then a larp friend hating on me because I was rude to some nom existant mutuals, one of whom was played by David Tennent. And some kind of fixation on fermented foods...

No you spend several days looking into a really tricky hug only to realise it was a fucking typo. (Not picked up by code checker because it was unnecessary square brackets)

What fresh hell will today bring.

I need to work on CV and a portfolio app. CV is almost done. Problem is kiddo is going through some kind of mental health crud, isn't sleeping properly and being really clingy. I'm exhausted.

Prompted by work stuff going belly up I've been tightening up my online presence. I'll still be using the other account but being a bit more particular about what I post and when there.