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I've "fixed" my sleep schedule in the way that I get up early every morning, but still stay up at ungodly hours, so now I'm awake at reasonable times but it's at the cost of being able to actually get much done because I'm soooo sleepy 

Went on a walk today, which was the first time I've left the house just for the sake of it, instead of because of an appointment, in 7 months. 
          I've only been on one other walk this whole year, and there were 9 months between the last one last year and the first this one. 
          I've been going absolutely stir crazy since I've been bedbound ~23/7 for two years now, but there's just nothing I can really do about it due to my disabilities and that sucks. 
          Getting to go outside was really nice though, and since I've finally got my powerchair with a recline function, so it'll basically be like being in bed, I hope I'll be able to sit outside more often once the weather is a bit nicer again! 

One of my neighbours has been learning playing the piano for about 2 years. They take this very serious, and have been practicing the exact same snippets, of the same 3 songs, every day, exclusively in the evenings, for the entire time (only occasionally broken up by literal keysmashing and/or running their full hand up and down the length of the piano).
          And the entire neighbourhood is soo sick of it.
          Our walls are thin af and their piano is *loud*.
          They just started playing and immediately after, two dogs started barking, one person groaned, and muffled through the wall someone started screaming. People are arguing outside because they're annoyed. 
          Piano neighbour, the unbothered majesty, keeps on playing. 

Convinced that nothing in my body works because all of my development and evolution went into making my eyes invincible to onions. 
          Can't do anything else, but if there was Olympics for cutting onions without getting teary eyes, I'd win 

Just listened to a really tranquil song, was like "huh, it's incredibly quiet, but really comforting, I don't think I've heard it on my playlist yet, wonder what's it called", checked my laptop- my music tab had been frozen for like ten minutes.. 
          No idea what I've been listening to, but it definitely wasn't coming from my headphones pfft 

Wanted to write a coping fic, but realised I have no idea how to make the character I'm projecting on deal with everything because I've just been floating isolated and dissociated, and that my unprocessed trauma is pretty open ended, so I don't know how to conclude the fic 

Forgot my dog doesn't really react when stuff gets thrown his way and watched him absolutely fumble trying to eat a treat because he didn't realise I'd thrown him one until after it skid between his paws and under him.. 
          In this household there's one braincell to go around, and he keeps watching it pass by him pfft 

I love writing a lot and simultaneously getting none of my fics done. Like yeah I write for several hours every night consistently, I started with 3 WIP's for one fandom and like 2 months later it's still 9 more to go (plus 4 I actually did finish, so not counting them to that but I also started those without working on the existing ones) 

Arm wrestling my doctors would not fix my physical health, but I feel like it could make me feel better emotionally 

Had a dream today where the scene changed from one place to another mid dream, and I was just *freaking out* trying to explain to that one guy that I had absolutely *no clue* how I got there, because I was literally in one place before, then blinked and woke up in the new one, and I *remembered* everything about the other dream/scene, but I couldn't figure out that it was a dream and that I was *still dreaming*, so I was just like "I don't know where I am or why I'm here, but I swear I was [place] like two minutes ago, and it feels like I freaking time travelled or something because it just goes black in my mind when I try remembering how I got here"
          The guy was no help whatsoever, but he *knew things* and he was being really weird about it, which I guess makes sense considering we were in a dream