I was trying to take care of my fucked up foot in the kitchen and my mom was freaking out, going down spiralling rabbit holes of fear and anxiety. I had to tell her to stop at least 3 times. And all I did was tell her to stop and give her hell verbally about freaking me out more than I already am.
The image above is because I was communicating with a text buddy about an "ugly holiday sweater" coloring page. I asked if he had a request for 1 to be made among my planned others and he defeated the purpose. I chose to misread the words.
The diarrhea has been intense for quite some time. I suspect something digestivally wrong that my left leg senses too. I move, drink liquids...
This is to show that products which look a certain way do not necessitate production in that method. The "slats" "stuck onto" the end panels of this "crate" used to be just sides. Look at the side slots to view how the cuttting tool removed end panel material.
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