I woke up to that deep, aching pain in my lower back and stomach, the kind that comes just before my period. It was intense enough to leave me clammy and tense.
Thankfully, painkillers helped take the edge off within half an hour, turning it from sharp pain into something more like a heavy stiffness. Looking back, I probably should’ve seen it coming. Yesterday was full of nesting, cleaning, prepping, organizing. That’s always a strong sign!
The day started slowly, with some ambient vibes from DSNight Podcast (05/31/2008). I don’t love everything they do, but the psychill stuff is perfect background noise before reality kicks in.
Did a quick run out to get the weeks gas for the genny, and grabbed some bits from Dollar General. Nothing wild, but I’m trying to stay ahead of things.
Back home, I did some meal prep.
AI Art Shenanigans
Because I needed a distraction (and a dopamine hit), I messed around with ChatGPT image generation. I asked it to guess what I looked like based on everything it does know about me, without giving it any physical description…
This was ChatGPT’s response …
“I imagine you with a sun-kissed, outdoorsy look—maybe freckles, messy hair in a bun or braid, a few grays you don’t stress about. Dressed for comfort: worn boots, practical clothes, dirt under your nails from the garden. You seem warm, grounded, and quietly strong, with a spark of creativity people notice once they really see you.”
I was lowkey freaked out by how close it got!!!!!
Then, for fun, I asked it to show me what it thought my “perfect match” would look like…
“Your ideal match is grounded, emotionally steady, and truly sees you. They’re supportive, patient, and hands-on—someone who builds, grows, and fixes without fuss. Not flashy, just real. Probably in their 40s or 50s, with kind eyes, calloused hands, and a calm, “you’re safe here” energy. They respect strong women and aren’t afraid of mess—yours or their own.”
And then I had to go and tempt fate…
I said…
“He is very handsome, however I prefer someone a little older than me, and not as polished.”
And. Well. F*ck.
It gave me a dead-on AI rendition of The Other Grumpy Old Man — aka, my ex. Even down to the damn scowl.
I can’t even be mad, I walked right into that one.
Dinner was chill. I made two small breakfast burritos — no turmeric explosion this time! They actually tasted good and had protein. Shocking, I know.
I’m trying to come up with easy, ADHD-friendly meal ideas. Trying to help myself to force myself to care enough to eat by having all my pieces prepared and just ready to throw into a frying pan
Evening was a bust. My brain just hit the wall and said, “nope.” I ended up in bed shortly after midnight.
Sometimes that’s just how it goes.
