Autoimmune party update for anyone who was invested in the story of my swollen freakout 2025. Remember when I was going on about getting signed up for an autoimmune draft pic for some reason? I can't control how my brain makes comparisons but I hope it's at least entertaining. Also, I did not get signed and am still a free agent.

August 2006. Midday. Somewhere on the I-80. Maybe Wyoming. Picture a majestic frontier, where the great plains slam into the rocky mountains. Breathtaking vistas of rolling hills colliding with oceans of rock; creating random meadows of vast prairie that give hints of flattening terrain as you climb lower and lower in elevation. Like Montana's younger, more progressive cousin, Wyoming has a mixture of ranch-hand cowboy versus Colorado liberalism as you drive through the lower half of the state.

"Gone insane from the pain that they surely know.." What Autoimmune Disease team is taking me as a draft pick? This is the new question. Will I get lucky and get picked up by rheumatoid arthrits? Or is lupus going to show up last minute and brag about taking me down with genetics. Will psoriatic arthritis decide they want a chance at the super bowel?

Canadians in several cities have joined a series of “Tesla Takedown” protests happening across the United States and parts of Europe.

The cat is not out of the bag (yet) So I deleted Facebook. Dramatically made an announcement, downloaded my data, and then canned it barely under a week. I've been looking for a reason for several years now, and swore that when my grandmother passed away I would throw in the towel. Five months later it was the removal of fact checkers, waking up to find that I had friended most of the new American presidential administration overnight, and the constant force-feed of AI slop that would push me over the edge quickly.