This is my big crush week. I'm hosting a little quiz tonight at a The Black Sheep Society Pub in Bastille, and tomorrow I write my French B2 exam

(B2 is basically "Advanced Conversational Level". It means I can supposedly have proper debate-style arguments in French, and also that's the proficiency level I need to qualify for citizenship, which I would qualify for in early 2028.)

I feel woefully underprepared for both of these things, but I'll tough it through. I'm pretty sure I'm at least capable.

Oh, and I'm out of ADHD drugs.

My renewable prescription was denied by my pharmacy, even though they know me well there. They just told me to go back to my doctor and have her write it again, which is fine, but it's one appointment I gotta keep, and instead of drilling for the exam, I'm typing here.

Also this week: the kid and I are both have some kind of weird stomach bug. He's throwing up at random times for no reason, which is... disconcerting, but between those episodes he's fine, no temperature or any other symptom, full of energy, and eager to get to school, so, we're pumping him full of Vitamin C and waiting for the school to call us to come get him.

I've got it too, and -- it doesn't feel like a sickness. It feels like we ate something a little iffy, and our bodies are just working it out. Which is... better than being actually sick, but we still gotta deal with it.

I don't know. I shouldn't be here. I should be asleep, not taking up resources. Instead, well, I gotta go be an adult and a success and a parent and a caretaker and an assistant, and part of my brain isn't working.

Next week, we ain't doing shit. Kid's gonna watch cartoons until his eyes roll back. IDGAF.

I promise to stop kvetching at some point. Fun stuff is just around the corner.