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Elizabeth @spitesprite@mastodon.social

I love this person, but how do I get her to stop doing this? I don't wanna tell anybody else how to use the social media network of their choice, and I am a faves-too-many-tweets weirdo, too, but like... the notifications! Agh! Can you turn off notifications for just one person?

I have one friend on Twitter who, once every few days, checks in on my timeline and *faves basically every goddamn tweet I have written since the last time she logged on*, AND some tweets that other people have posted that just happen to mention me, which means she's not just creeping on my timeline, she's reading every single one of my convos, too.

(Pretty sure she also shorted me at least two laps when she was counting for me, because there's literally no possible way I got three fewer laps than someone who never passed me on the track. The only person who passed me was the pace skater, she only passed me once, and she only got half a lap ahead of me.)

Like, it's real hard to just sit there and listen as someone patiently explains skating the diamond to me, as if 1) I haven't been taught the diamond years ago, multiple times, by actual speed skaters; 2) I hadn't just skated the diamond for two minutes out of the five; 3) my failure to do the diamond for 5 minutes was the only reason I didn't get laps, not the fact that I've been sick & off skates for a month and forgot to use my inhaler before practice.

Today was the kind of day where I received two good pieces of information at practice, but I can only remember one of them, and that was in approximately 1.5 hours of being talked at.

So, there's - but is anybody talking about on Mastodon?

Dinner was kind of stupid fancy tonight. I'm glad the kitchen is all unpacked and John is cooking again. Real food, huzzah

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The cat's back on her bullshit, which in her case means 'eating my plants, throwing up, and then whining about how she's hungry for the rest of the day because she barfed up her morning portion of special expensive prescription weight-loss food'

Probably the weirdest thing about the move is that a bunch of my clothes don't fit me anymore. They fit fine like, three weeks ago! I haven't gained or lost any weight. Just, some stuff suddenly doesn't fit.