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Hey all, I'm wondering if anybody could point me in the direction of any English speaking or Spanish special education schools in malaga. I'm planning on re-locating in the near future. Both my kids are aged 10 and 8

We wanted to order some sweet and sour chicken balls but it ends up being £19 with the min order and delivery fee on Just Eat. I don’t seem to be able to find anywhere much cheaper online/on maps or it just takes me to their ubejust eat/deliveroo page. I’m happy to order online, ring to order and possibly pick up.
Any recommendations for cheaper takeaways? Preferably near Ancoats or the centre

TLDR; My boyfriend has drama with his ex wife and I’m being sucked into it via him trying to keep me out of it. How do I politely let him know I can fend for myself if she shows up? She moved into my apartment complex. Kids are involved.
My(f37) boyfriend (m47) had a nasty divorce with his ex (f46) and it has left both with animosity. His rises in situations where me or the kids suffer. I’ve never met her. We’ve been together 2.5 years, including as the divorce was finalized. (It was dragged out for a while due to debates over custody.) They only communicate through an app that stores conversations to avoid sharing phone numbers and of course save the convos.
I have never met his ex. At some point it would appear she hired a PI to follow him. She found out he was coming to my complex. She is under the impression he lives here or is seeing someone here, with the latter being much more likely in her mind. We know she must have hired a PI unless someone randomly follower my bf to my complex. This happened about a year ago. I found out recently that she’s living in my complex, and likely has been for nearly a year. So she knew he was seeing someone here and decided that, despite this, she just had to live here.
He said she did it on purpose because she’s that spiteful.
Now there’s drama because they have 50/50 custody of their younger child (he has full of the older child), so sometimes when we all do something he needs to bring me home. We used to meet at the garage in another building but I needed to be dropped off specifically at my building. He was so afraid his child would narc on my building location that he pulled a u-turn and came up with a plan to prevent it.
He told me if she finds out where I live she’ll make my life hell. First she’ll befriend me then she’ll mess with me.
My take? I don’t care if she shows up? We are going to meet eventually and I need to have thick skin so I will. I just don’t know how to approach my bf. He’s so protective of my feelings in a good way but this situation is unnecessarily stressful.

I'm pretty new, still havent won, but have gotten to zot 5 a few times. I cannot deal with spider. I have died in spider 99% time i've tried it. I play mainly casters and granted I did die 1 times because I was simply unaware of the invisible mana drain enemies, but the other times I died I just couldnt output enough damage for all the swarm and variety of enemies. The two high AC enemies are really hard and I couldnt even take out one of the armored scorpians in a 1 on 1 with iron shot (probably was unlucky with misses/rolls but still). Then I had a fire build and had a tough time with the armored centipede snake looking thing. I lost multiple runs where I had ocuzubo's online just because I didnt have the mana to kill fast enough (and I even had veh). Have tried toxic radiance/bog/ignite fire and lost. I have never died in shoals (although I've always done it 2nd after vaults 4) and snake just feel remedial. Swamp is fine too although I actually find it harder than the other 2.
The one time I did beat it I was just stair dancing and shouting with a really insane build including starburst, ignition, iron shot, blink, the portal spell, and insnae defenses (20+ ev, 20+ shield, ~200 hp, rpois, 12 ish AC) and still had to use nearly all my consumables including 5 blink scrolls and all my tp scrolls, 2 magic pots, 3-4 hastes... I nearly died to single tiny spider because I was oom and it was enraged and life stealing me. I HATE SPIDER!
Most of the guides I read put spider as second easiest ahead of swamp but from now on im just doing it 2nd after at least v4 if not more, its just a hell hole. Maybe its just harder for casters, but I figured it would be easy just rolling through with aoe. I also suck so thats probably a big issue. Idk just ranting and looking for advice
TLDR any tips for spider?

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Me and my best friend graduate this year. We went to a park near our house, and played eventually low key baby sat for a few hours. I was a camp counselor so I was glad to be little again. All the kids were so mature and adorable. We had a deep conversation about bullying and being nice to others. We played on the swings, spun around in the spiny thingy. And now I have a babysitting gig😂 but I wish older people could do stuff like that without the risk of being a creep. It’s so sad so many children go missing because they’re kind (mostly) and very trusting. Or sone creep make or female decide to be perverted. We got a few weird looks the first 5 minutes of being there, but then parents looked with fondness and curiosity. My best friends boyfriend pointed out he couldn’t do that. He’s a 6’3 dork with a beard. If he has been with us, someone honestly would have called the person. And I felt bad. We all talked about harmful gender stereotyping and how it affects the day to day. And the mental health factors. So how do you guys deal with it? How has it affected your life?

Memory transcription subject: Daniel Price, UTC Special Forces
Date [standardized human time]: September 8, 2140
I was roused from sleep by Colton. Groggily I checked my watch, it had been four hours. Rubbing my eyes I groaned, “Is evac here yet?”
“No, we’ve got an issue. Get up. I’ll grab Jath and Tassev, you get Usli and go to the common room. They’ll fill you in. It sounds like the situation up top has gone to shit.”
Once I was up I lazily grabbed my backpack and parted the partition of the ‘room’ to begin my search for Usli. It wasn’t hard, following the sound of Yotul children I found him being dogpiled by them in a sectioned off area that must have been a playroom of some description.
“Come on Usli, everyone’s meeting in the common room. Apparently there’s a situation.”
“Awww”, several of the young Yotuls cried out in unison.
Usli shook some of them off and got to his feet. “Alright kids, fun’s over.” Kicking his leg he shook off one particularly stubborn child. “Get off! There will be plenty of time to horse around later.”
Clinging to Usli’s back one kid asked, “What’s a horse?”
Usli leaned in towards me, “You see what I have to deal with?”
I could hardly contain a chuckle as I pried the last straggler from him. “I see you’re popular. Did they let you get any sleep?”
“No. They are just full of questions. ‘Do you live with predators? What is space like? Have you killed anyone? Ooh what’s that shiny bug in your pack? Do your Arxur ever eat anyone?’ And then when they’re out of questions they drag you around showing you their favorite rock or their favorite dolls, or-”
I could no longer contain my chuckle as I burst out laughing, "Cut them some slack. You’re probably the coolest Yotul they’ve ever met.”
He let out an amused huff, “Easy for you to say when they’re not keeping you awake. They’ve barely bugged you guys and haven’t even bothered Jath or Tassev at all”
One of the children ran up behind us and grabbed a hold of the backpack in my hand. “Is this your toy,” he asked, grabbing a hold of Lily.
Yanking the backpack up I hoisted the kid off his feet up to eye level and tersely replied, “Don’t touch that!”
He immediately let go and fell on the ground stunned as we continued walking. Looking over to Usli I saw he was barely suppressing a chuckle, holding his hands tight to his snout. I gave him a playful jab with my elbow before sighing, “Oh you shut up, let’s see what’s going on.”
Entering the common area we found everyone was huddled around the radio again. As the dials were adjusted we were privy to what sounded like numerous commands and battle updates.
“What’s the situation,” I asked.
Ugo, the elderly Yotul who we now knew was something of a de facto leader of this enclave, answered, “The Federation is not content to see us freed without a fight. Just as the humans won control in orbit, a Krakotl fleet arrived in the system. The battle is ongoing, but we cannot tell who is winning.”
Shit. If we hadn’t found these guys there’s no doubt we would have been overrun with our evac being delayed. It was inevitable that the Federation would contest us in space eventually. Our overall strategy forced them to pick and choose which systems were better abandoned and which were worth defending, and it looked like Yotul Prime was the latter.
“Have confidence,” I reassured him. “The First Fleet should have more than enough firepower to deal with whatever the Federation throws at them.”
“And if they don’t? Our food stockpile can’t cover the extra mouths to feed, let alone your uh, dietary requirements.”
Colton entered the scene with Jath and Tassev in tow, “Then we’ll send another fleet. Kicking the Federation out of Yotul Prime is high on Command’s Christmas list. You guys are the only species that even tried to reach out to us after the bombing. That’s not something we intend to forget.”
The sound of wood scraping the floor grabbed our attention. It was Amja, who was pulling a small table with one hand and carrying a bundle of paper in the other. “There is another issue.” She stopped and layed the paper, which looked like a map, over the table. “With the distraction, they’re going to evacuate the Governor.”
“Oh not this again,” Ugo lamented.
“This is our last chance to take him down. If he escapes now we’ll never find him.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, there is nothing to gain in pursuing him. The planet will be ours again soon anyways. You’ll just get yourself killed, and for what? Revenge?”
Amja snapped back, “No, justice! He needs to answer for what he’s done these past years. If he slips through the cracks now our people will never have closure. And this time is different.” She looked over to us, “We have them.”
“Hold on,” I said. “ My team didn’t sign up for a suicide mission. The planetary distress beacon was our objective, and it is neutralized; in no small part due to your help. We are thankful for that, but I can’t justify putting my men at that kind of risk.”
“It’s not a suicide mission. The Ossuaries can get us close to the old Chancellor’s Manor where the Governor’s headquarters is. Everyone is in the bunkers right now, so at worst we’ll only encounter the odd exterminator until we reach the manor.”
Ugo interrupted, “And then his guards will cut you to ribbons! We’ve been over this!”
“Not if they are evacuating,” Amja replied. “Yes, they will be on alert, but they won’t be guarding the whole perimeter. We can slip in and nab the Governor before he has the chance to flee, but that’s not all.” She unfurled more sheets of paper. These appeared to be copies of communications. “The manor is full of documents and records. Lists of collaborators, records about those they took during the Depurations, even what they did with the humans left behind after the invasion. The Kolshians won’t leave information like that for us to find once this is all over. They’re probably burning them as we speak. We need to act now.”
“Amja-”
“We have to do this.” Turning back to us she pleaded, “I know it is a lot to ask, but please.”
As much as I’d like to knock this Governor down a notch, that wasn’t enough to risk my team over. But the documents on the other hand caught my attention. Records of Federation’s wrongdoing would be an invaluable propaganda tool for the UTC, and help us legitimize whatever government was set up on Yotul Prime after we were done here. Not to mention the possibility of helping people the Federation had taken or captured. I looked to my team and I could see by their expressions what my answer would be.
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“The coast is clear,” Amja said, pushing the manhole cover to the side. Sirens were still wailing in the distance, but there was no movement on the streets of the capital. Immediately I was taken aback by the sight of dozens of mangled Yotul strewn across the street and sidewalks.
“Christ,” Colton muttered under his breath. ”This isn’t our doing? Right? They said cities wouldn’t be targeted for bombing.”
“Not directly,” Amja replied. “These poor souls are victims of a stampede. That’s just how it is. Their deaths are on the Federation, not you. If they took your offer of surrender then these people would still be alive.” She then noticed Jath kneeled down over one of the unfortunate Yotul. “Hey! Now is not the time for snacks.”
“I was checking for vitals!”, Jath growled back.
“Jath is our medic,” I said.
“What?!” Amja was taken aback by my statement. “You trust an Arxur to treat your wounded? To be near you at your weakest with blood in the air?”
“I do,” Usli rebutted. “And I trust Tassev to have my back in a firefight too.”
“That’s- it’s just… nevermind.”
Jath rose to his feet somberly, an indication that the emaciated Yotul lying at his feet was indeed dead. “We need to keep moving.”
The streets were utterly deserted. Making our way mostly through back alleys Amja commented on this fact. “Something’s not right. We should have seen at least one exterminator patrol by now.”
It was soon apparent why as we came to the perimeter of the manor grounds. Numerous vans labeled EXTERMINATOR were parked haphazardly going all the way down the boulevard.
“Those bastards,” Amja cursed. “They aren’t patrolling because the Governor has them supplementing his own security!”
“So what’s the plan,” I asked.
“We stick to the plan. He likely doesn’t trust them enough to have them mingled with his normal security inside the manor. In that case all of the exterminators will be outside, if we can sneak our way into the building they won’t be an issue.”
“And those second story windows will make the perfect vantage point to keep them out once we’re in,” Colton observed.
Once again Usli’s drone was a godsend. The bright silver suits of exterminators made them easy to pick out from the well manicured surroundings of the manor. After climbing over the exterior wall we were able to use the decorative foliage to our advantage, concealing our movement as we approached the manor proper. The best entry point Usli could find was a greenhouse that connected to the main building. Approaching the structure we could see one Yotul standing guard at the door. Shooting him wasn’t an option, Even Colton’s suppressed rifle would make too much noise to not alert someone else in the compound. Someone would have to sneak up behind him and silently take him out. I opted to take up this task, but it would not be simple. He would see me in his peripheral vision if I was anywhere except directly behind him when I struck. This was complicated by the fact his back was to a wall.
“Usli,” I whispered. “Remember when we went on that float trip and there were mosquitos everywhere bugging us?”
“Bugging you more like, they only annoyed me when they got in my eyes and ears.”
I gestured towards the guard, “When I’m in position, give him a taste of that.”
Connecting the dots he nodded and I slowly crawled to the spot I had in mind. The greenhouse was rounded on the end towards us, and the door was located on the left side. I snuck around towards the right side and got into position prone right up against the side just where the curve concealed me from the guard’s view.
On cue I could hear the guard grunting in irritation. After the sounds of him slapping himself on the head came more frustration, “Damn bug, go away!”
Peeking around the bend now that his full attention was one the drone, I waited for the perfect moment. Finally the irritated guard turned so that he was facing directly away from me. Springing into action I ran forward, knife in hand. He turned at the sound of my approach but it was too late, I tackled the marsupial to the ground, pinning him with my bodyweight. I grabbed his snout with my left hand, ensuring he couldn’t scream for help. And thrust the blade into his throat with my right. The muffled cry of the Yotul beneath me waned into a sickening gurgle as his frantic, fearful eyes glazed over and his resistance ceased. I sat on top of him for a moment in a daze before the feeling of warm blood on my hand snapped me back to reality. On autopilot I removed the knife and wiped the blade off with the dead Yotul’s uniform before turning to gesture for my team to move up. The door was locked, but the guard conveniently had a key on him. Inside we found no resistance as we entered the main building.
Shooting a bird wasn’t something I had any real qualms about. There was something detached about the action of pulling a trigger to end one. But stabbing a Yotul, to overpower it and watch the life leave its eyes…To feel its blood soak my hands? It was different. I knew his death was necessary like all the others, but in the back of my mind I couldn’t shake a feeling. When I shot a Krakotl it felt akin to our target practice with wild pigs. Killing the Yotul on the other hand? It felt like I killed a person. I didn’t linger on these thoughts for more than a moment. We had a job to do.
We dispatched two more guards inside in a similar manner as we moved up to the second floor and towards what Amja’s floor plans denoted as the Chancellor’s Office. Colton took point dispatching these guards. While Jath or Tassev would seem like the obvious choice for the task, we wanted to slit throats, not tear the guards in half. We came to an open space that looked similar to a ballroom. The second floor formed a balcony that overlooked the dance floor. Here the hallway split to hug the walls on either side with ornate chandeliers hanging in the open space between the walkways. At the opposite end from us was a trio of Krakotl who opened fire the moment they could make us out over the chandeliers. Bullets whizzed by us as we hit the deck and tried to return fire, but it was difficult. The chandeliers provided little more than concealment, glass shards accompanied the bullets flying all around us. Amja crawled to the point where the walkway split and rolled to the right, hitting one of the guards who let out a pained squawk. She tried to crawl back into concealment but took a bullet to the shoulder as the birds returned a hail of gunfire in her direction. Trying to draw them off, I let out a burst of gunfire in what I thought was the direction the squawk came from as I ran to the left side of the split.. They shifted their fire towards me, but unable to pinpoint my position, missed their shots by mere inches. Looking to my right I could see Amja holding her shoulder with her left hand while her right arm laid limp on the ground.
“Jath!” I yelled out, “Amja’s hit!”
He crawled forward towards our position, hugging the ground to avoid the exchange of gunfire that flew above. Amja looked to me and pleaded, “N-no, I’m fine. Just- f-focus on them.”
“We’re not leaving you to bleed out there.”
She adjusted herself to see Jath’s approach from down the hall and looked back to me with newfound terror in her eyes. She spoke lower and faster, gasping between breaths “I d-don’t, I don’t. Not with h-him. No!”
“There’s no time to argue. Trust us.” I turned around to see Jath closing in. Amja closed her eyes and winced as he grabbed her by the leg and pulled her back into the hallway.
The situation wasn’t good. The only thing keeping those two from being shot was the fact they couldn’t be seen through the chandeliers. It was as Jath rounded the corner into a side room that I made a realization: if it wasn't for the chandeliers, the guards would be in a more exposed position than we were. Without them we had the advantage.
“Colton! Drop the chandelier!”
“Do what?!”
“Drop it!”
Within moments the roof anchor of the first chandelier was shot out. With an ear splitting crash it shattered on the floor below, quickly followed by the second. The birds were caught off guard by the destruction of their only concealment. The one Amja had shot was already down and another was clutching the sides of its head, giving us ample time to pick off the more composed bird first before finishing off the other, all before they could return accurate fire.
“Move up,” I yelled, not wanting to waste any of our momentum. I took the right side while Tassev took the left. The moment I was in position, several rounds were blind fired through the door from within. I swung the door and Tassev threw a flashbang in. As it flashed multiple times more gunshots rang out, firing every which way. When the grenade ceased Tassev barged in and I followed behind. Directly in front of me stood a blue cephalopoid figure. One of the tentacles that formed its arms was stretched in front of its eyes while the other flailed wildly with a gun in hand. Without hesitation, Tessev lunged for the gun wielding appendage. I ran to the side to get a clear shot on the Kolshian and barked commands for him to surrender, not that he could hear me considering that his equivalent of ears were probably bleeding. He thrashed in every direction as Tassev finally wrested control of the gun via liberal application of his claws. Seeing that Colton had come in behind us and could keep lethal cover on our target, I opted to bash the Kolshian’s head with the butt of my rifle. The dazed alien fell to the ground and we were finally able to restrain him. The office was huge in comparison to similar rooms in the manor. This had to be the room we were looking for. Colton vaulted the desk on the far end of the office, peaking through the window before tearing down the curtains.
“Where’s Usli,” I asked.
“He’s with Jath treating Amja,” Colton replied. He returned his gaze outside for a moment before readying his rifle, “Shit, we’ve got exterminators incoming.”
I looked to Tassev, “We need to get everyone in this room ASAP.” He nodded and rushed out the door.
Walking to the window I asked, “How many?”
“Twenty and counting,” Colton replied. “A few guards with firearms as well.”
“You need covering fire?”
“No, just finish off the ones that get through.”
With that he opened the window before laying down judicious fire on the oncoming hostiles. It was at this moment that Tassev returned with Amja in his arms.
“Put her down over here,” Jath ordered, swiping away stray books and debris that littered the floor.
“What’s her condition,” I asked.
“The bullet entered from the top of the shoulder blade and is now lodged in her abdomen. I don’t have the tools necessary to remove it and she can’t move her right arm, but it didn’t hit anything vital.”
Amja winced as she was propped up against the wall. She was obviously still fairly shaken as her gaze drifted to the Kolshian tied up opposite of her. Her eyes narrowed as she weakly pointed at him with her still functioning hand, “T-that’s him.”
"That's the Governor?" I queried.
Before she could respond, Usli stomped towards the Kolshian, his hands balled into fists, “Good. I was hoping to get a piece of him.”
“Not now,” I cautioned. “We’ve got exterminators plus anyone else in the building closing in on us.” I swept a computer and monitor off the top of the heavy wooden desk behind Colton. “Tassev, help me push this thing to the door for cover. Usli, I need you to tell us exactly how many hostiles make it in the building. Move it!”
The sound of the desk dragging against the floor was only drowned out by the sound of Colton's gunfire occasionally followed by an explosion of what must have been exterminator fuel tanks. Tassev finished the construction of our makeshift machinegun nest by resting his gun on its bipod looking down the unobstructed view into the ballroom and the hallway across. The perfect fatal funnel for us to defend.

Beep—beep—beep—beep beep—
I lifted the thermometer I had placed in her flushed left ear.
Looking at the reading on the thermometer, it showed "38.2 C".
Although a pregnant woman’s body temperature tends to be higher, this was definitely a fever, no doubt about it.
I slowly lowered my hand holding the thermometer, looking at Hoshino-San lying on the couch, I covered my face and recalled this morning.
…
The usual morning routine, I entered the bathroom for the usual grooming and looked at myself in the mirror.
After coming out, I noticed the mobile phone on the kitchen counter was buzzing with a notification, so I checked it.
I noticed that Hoshino-San had sent me two messages.
I opened the chatroom: "Amamiya-Sensei, I think I have a fever." she messaged—ugh. She sent a sticker—a somewhat chubby white seal looking displeased with a thermometer apparently stuck up its rear—What?
I turned off the phone screen and put it into my pocket. I put on my mask, grabbed the alcohol spray, and rang the doorbell at Hoshino-San's next-door apartment.
After a moment...
…She didn't faint, did she? But then—she opened the door, her face looking somewhat flushed.
"Ah~~Uno you're here~" She—What? "Hoshino-San, are you okay?" I asked.
"Relax! I just feel a little—" she said, waving her hand forward, then her body started to fall forward—"HEY ! HOSHINO-SAN!" I quickly stepped forward to catch her, her head leaning slightly on my shoulder.
"I'll take you to the couch to rest first." I gently assisted her, helping her to lie down on the couch.
…
Looking at her lying on the couch, she was resting with her eyes closed. Apart from looking exhausted, coughing, and a runny nose, her symptoms didn't seem severe. It's possible that she started feeling unwell on the way home yesterday, and her symptoms worsened during the night, preventing her from sleeping well.
I noticed her constantly adjusting her position, so I went to her bedroom and fetched a blanket and a pillow. I gently lifted her head and put the pillow in a comfortable place for her, and then covered her with the blanket.
"Is there anywhere else you're feeling uncomfortable?" I asked her softly. "Hmm... my... my head hurts a lot." she answered weakly, her face showing discomfort and her hands gripping the blanket tightly.
She couldn't take care of herself in this state, and I couldn't bear to leave her alone. "Hoshino-San, do you feel too cold right now?" I asked her gently.
"Uh... yeah, um... yes..." she answered slowly with her eyes closed. I got up, looked around for the air conditioner remote, found it, and turned up the temperature slightly.
After that, I went to her bathroom, rinsed a plastic washbasin, filled it with seventy percent hot water and thirty percent cold water, soaked a towel in it, and brought it to the living room.
I dipped the towel in the water, then wrung out most of the water. I then gently placed the warm towel on her forehead. Her expression seemed to relax a bit.
I watched her resting quietly.
After a while, I reheated the towel and placed it on her forehead again.
"Hoshino-San, did you do anything yesterday that might have led to catching a cold?" I asked her gently. "Uh... drank too much lemon water?" she answered me.
Uh... dinner last night? If I recall correctly, she didn't drink much.
"I saw you didn't drink much lemon water yesterday, was there anything else?" I asked her gently. "Um... yesterday... I think I took a cold shower." she answered slowly.
"For a long time?" I asked her. "I... don't remember, I think... after dancing yesterday afternoon, I showered until you rang the doorbell?" she slowly—What?
She showered until I rang the doorbell? I had finished a movie before I went to see her!
"Do you only take cold showers, Hoshino-San?" I asked her gently. "Well... at the beginning there was hot water, but later it ran out." she answered slowly.
I got up and gently opened the balcony door. The water heater is the same model as mine, the movie "The Graduate" is about 100 minutes, so this water heater can provide hot water for about 20 minutes, which means... 80 minutes of a cold shower.
No wonder she caught a cold... I heard her coughing from inside.
It seemed that I had no choice today. I walked over to the railing, dialed the hospital, and waited for the call to go through.
"Hello, this is Amamiya Gorou, a gynecologist. I have an emergency to attend to. My neighbor suddenly has a fever and can't take care of herself. She has no one else to look after her. I'm sorry, I need to take a leave of absence." I said. "Understood, Amamiya-Sensei, thank you for informing us. Are you sure your neighbor's condition requires your personal care? Does she need to be taken to the hospital?" the other party asked.
"Yes, I'm worried about her condition. I believe I need to see her myself. I've already assessed her illness. I will observe her condition. If it worsens, I will take her to the hospital immediately." I replied. "We understand your situation, Amamiya-Sensei. How long do you think your leave will last?" they asked. "I estimate I will need a day. I will handle this issue as soon as possible and return to the hospital." I answered.
After some more conversation, I managed to take the leave. I started thinking about what food is good for someone with a cold.
…
To be honest, aside from catching a cold when I was a child, I don't seem to have much experience with colds. Among the people I know, the one to ask about making a meal for someone with a cold would be...
But I didn't really want to call— I heard coughing from the room.
…
Sigh. I dialed a number from my contact list, waiting for the other party to pick up.
"Hello, this is the Amamiya residence." the voice on the other side said. "Hey, Grandma, it's me—" She cut me off. "Oh! My dear grandson! How rare of you to call back home! Did you miss Grandma?" she said joyously. "Kind of, but today I wanted to—" She cut me off again. "Gorou, are you bringing your girlfriend home this time? Should I notify the relatives?" She inquired—
Yes, this is precisely why I don't fancy making these phone calls.
"No, no, no, wait a moment! Grandma! Not every time I call it means I'm bringing a girlfriend home, okay!? I have other things to discuss!" I said, burying my face in my hands.
"Well, what could be more important than you bringing back my great-grandson? Gorou, you're nearly thirty now. There are only old folks and adults in our hometown, no children or babies. I'm bored! I wouldn't mind taking care of a child again, after all, I did help raise you!" she started to ramble.
"No, Grandma, aren't you missing several steps here? It's not like once you have a girlfriend, a baby pops out, right? Can't you just let things take their natural course? And today I really didn't call to talk about this!" I answered, feeling helpless.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked. "...No." I replied.
A moment later.
"Alright then, what did you need today?" she said, sounding a little impatient. "Do you remember what you used to cook for me when I was sick? The kind that made me feel better really quickly?" I asked her.
"I don't recall having any sort of family heirloom elixir. Or are you referring to the usual meals you ate when you were sick?" She asked. "...Yes, the latter. The meals you prepared when I was ill, do you remember them?" I clarified.
"...You don't sound sick to me?" She queried. "Uh...no, it's not me—" She cut me off. "Who are you cooking for?" She asked, seemingly curious. "Well, my neighbor—" She cut me off.
"Oh!? A girl?" She—what? "Does that matter?" I asked, looking ahead. "Of course, it concerns my great-grandchild." she proclaimed proudly.
"Grandma, please, can you stop fixating on having a great-grandchild?" I said.
After a pause.
"Okay, Gorou, it was lovely chatting with you today. Let's talk again another day. Bye—" I cut her off. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! HOLD ON, DON'T HANG UP!" I shouted.
I took a deep breath.
"...Yes, she's a girl, are you satisfied now?" I finally answered. "Oh, I thought it might have been a boy. That's a relief." she responded—what?
"Grandma, you're being too pragmatic." I retorted. "This is about my great-grandchild—so when are you bringing her home?" she asked—wait, what?
"Grandma, first, she is my patient, second, we're not that close, and third, she's only sixteen." I responded.
"Gorou, first, so what? Does that matter? Second, you know they say 'familiarity breeds affection'! Third, I gave birth to your mother when I was sixteen." she countered—wait a minute, the third point, what the hell, sixteen? I never knew that.
"Grandma, what do you mean 'does it matter?' She's my patient, I'm an 'OB/GYN'. How do you think the baby in my patient's belly came about?" I told her seriously.
"And so?" She—really?
"Grandma, babies don't just spring from stones, nor do they reproduce asexually." I replied.
"What is reproduce asexually?" She asked.
…
"Anyway, Grandma! Times have changed. If this were to happen, I would be socially ostracized, seriously!" I told her.
"No worries! Then just wait until she's twenty! I can wait a few more years, no problem!" she said. "No, Grandma, this—wait! Today I really just called for a recipe! She's not feeling well right now, can we talk about this another time?" I asked her.
After a moment.
"Um...alright, rice porridge—add a little ginger, steam some chicken breast and dice it." she answered. "With ginger, right?" I repeated.
"Yes, you could also make her a vegetable soup! Add tomatoes, onions, and garlic. Oh yes, garlic is very important!" she instructed. "Alright, alright, garlic, got it." I echoed.
"I used to stir-fry some broccoli, but softer food is better for someone with a cold." she advised. "Mhm, I'll keep that in mind." I affirmed.
"Oh, our Gorou is finally cooking for a girl! It seems my teachings weren't in vain!" she said, laughing. "Grandma, can you not—" She cut me off.
"I thought that since the family persuaded you to become an OB/GYN, you had lost interest in cooking—"
...
Right, isn't it?
After the family convinced me to become an OB/GYN, how could they think I was still interested in cooking? I gazed at the blue sky ahead.
...
"Gorou?" She called. "Yes, Grandma, I hear you. Is that about it? I have to go, she's not feeling well." I told her. "Alright then! Don't forget to come visit Grandma when you're free! Bye!" she said. "Sure, I will, goodbye." I hung up.
...
I should have just googled it instead of putting myself through this. I looked at the black smoke billowing from the chimney in the distance.
Isn't this what they wanted? Isn't this what I had to do? Isn't this why I switched from being a surgeon to an OB/GYN?
After all, my mother—
I heard coughing from inside the room.
...
Now's not the time for these thoughts; she needs someone to look after her.
I slid open the balcony door and casually closed it behind me, moving closer to Hoshino-San, who seemed to be asleep on the sofa.
I thought about cooking at my place and bringing the meal over later, so as not to disturb her. After all, I just live next door.
Taking the key placed next to her entrance hall, I locked her door and returned to my place next door.
Back home, I took out the necessary ingredients from the fridge. To make a rice porridge with steamed diced chicken breast, I needed to find my steamer, which, luckily, I found after a brief search.
Taking out the chicken breast... ah, it needs defrosting.
Covering my face, I hadn't considered this. But I decided to use the microwave to thaw it.
I put the frozen chicken breast into the microwave and turned on the defrosting function, but I shortened the microwave time.
After each round of microwaving, I would move and turn the chicken breast. It's a bit of a hassle, but at least it ensures that every part defrosts evenly, to avoid some parts being cooked while others are raw.
Once the chicken breast was fully defrosted, it had a nice, even color—from pink to pale yellow. Despite being frozen, it was still not sticky and retained a certain firmness.
I took a sniff; it had no off-putting smell.
Next, I placed the defrosted chicken breast in the steamer and started to steam it. It should take around 20 minutes. Meanwhile, I planned to prepare a vegetable soup.
I cleaned the carrots, onions, garlic, and tomatoes, and cut them into appropriate sizes. I then grabbed a pan, heated a bit of oil, and started sautéing the garlic and onions until the onions turned semi-transparent.
Next, I added the diced carrots and tomatoes and continued to sauté for a while. A few moments later, I added an appropriate amount of water and covered the pan.
The simmering process also took about 20 minutes. By that time, I could start making the rice porridge. I picked up another pot, washed it clean, and washed a cup of rice as well, then drained the water and added four cups back.
After putting it on the stove, I turned on medium heat and slowly brought the rice to a boil until it softened. This also took about 20 minutes, by which time the porridge became thick. By then, the chicken breast was ready. I took it out and let it cool on a plate while checking on the vegetable soup.
Hmm, the scent of garlic was present but not overpowering.
A moment later, I checked on the rice porridge with a spoon. The grains were distinct but had clearly softened. When I lifted the spoon, a thin strand of white liquid was dragged up.
I diced the cooled chicken breast on a cutting board and added it to the porridge. I also prepared some ginger, grated an appropriate amount into the porridge, and waited for the ingredients to meld together.
The vegetable soup was about ready. I seasoned it with a bit of salt and pepper, then covered the pot and brought it over to Hoshino-San's house. Upon entering, I set it on the kitchen counter. She seemed to be sound asleep.
I returned home and saw that the porridge was almost ready, so I turned the heat down and picked up the frying pan, getting ready to stir-fry some broccoli.
I washed the broccoli and cut it into small pieces, then started stir-frying it in the preheated pan. During the process, I alternated between medium and low heat until the broccoli turned green and began to char slightly.
Recalling my grandmother's advice to make it softer, I added a small amount of water. After covering the pot, I turned the heat to low and let it simmer. I took the opportunity to serve the porridge to Hoshino-San, who seemed to have sensed it even in her sleep. With her eyes closed, she appeared to be smelling something.
After that, I dished out the cauliflower and added a touch of salt before bringing it over.
I took a brief rest on the sofa, picked up a tissue nearby, removed my glasses, and wiped the sweat off my face.
The morning sun was illuminating the entire room, and the wind chime on the balcony outside the glass door was gently chiming as always. The quiet hum of the air conditioning wasn't too loud.
Hoshino-San was still sound asleep on the long sofa to my left — albeit with a faint snoring due to her stuffy nose from a cold.
A little later, I went into the kitchen, picked up a bowl and spoon, lifted the pot lid, and served a bowl of porridge.
"Hoshino-San, can you eat?" I asked slowly, then brought the bowl closer to her.
I initially wanted to help her up, but she seemed to get up automatically at the scent of the food.
I handed her the bowl, and she held the spoon in her right hand with her eyes closed.
She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, then — it brushed past her upper lip.
...Uh.
She paused for a moment, then — this time it almost went into her nose.
"Hoshino-San, let me help you!" I said anxiously, fearing she might burn her nose next.
I scooped up a spoonful of porridge.
She kept her eyes closed, her delicate mouth slowly opening to let my spoon in. Once I put the spoon in, she closed her mouth, swallowed the porridge from the spoon. As I slowly pulled out the spoon, it seemed like she still wanted to keep it in her mouth.
She then swallowed, a smile creeping onto her face with her eyes still closed.
...This is just too cut-
No — no, I'm a doctor. I need to stay calm. She's my patient, and she's only sixteen.
I continued to feed her the remaining porridge.
A while later, I had managed to feed her half the bowl of porridge, and got her to have a few bites of the vegetables and vegetable soup.
She didn't seem to like garlic very much and now, with her eyes still closed, she was sitting on the sofa.
Thinking about it now, although I could take care of her all day, I don't have a car in case we need to rush to the hospital. I should contact her guardian.
"Hoshino-San, could you please..." Before I could finish, she had already laid down on the sofa and continued to sleep.
Alright then.
I helped her pull her feet onto the sofa, made her lie flat, covered her with a blanket, and planned to check her phone for an emergency dial setup to find an emergency contact.
Surprisingly, there was one.
I slid open the glass door, walked out onto the balcony, and made the call.

I hate to say this and I'm not even that kind of a person but i saw a junior boy from my uni/college in my dreams. It's such a shame that i dreamt bout him even though it was brief.
Backstory: He asked my name, tried to communicate once by joking around me and we nearly bumped on each other once while i was hurrying to a lecture. I see him every now and then as he is our junior. Just based on these, I'm like dreaming bout a lil guy? A brother figure? Like bruh, what in the world...
It's clear as hell that i have no such intentions or even a lil feelings for him. Bruh like how? He's a lil brother goddammit. Istg i hate my brain so freaking much, what an over thinking ashhhh. And I'm overreacting like this cos in my dreams, he was staring at me so creepily, like a freaking predator LOL.
K now, gave it time and thought, so let's end this chapter right here right now x

Does anyone else feel this way? I watch this show alongside my mom who is 50, me 20s, and she said while watching the finale and the S2 final cabin burning scene, “they are the parents.” And I laughed a bit. Like yes, she’s right. They are the parents of the group.
I say this not only because of how accepting the entire group is of them as a couple but in how they move cohesively together even in differing opinions. And ESPECIALLY, during the fire scene. We see the team come together, to grab anything they can and get out. But I was very focused and loved the scene (albeit a very quick moment) in which Van is kicking the door, nothing budging, while Tai grabs the axe, and Van’s simple: “you go!” then Tai begins to hit the door with the axe. Just the in-sync, complete focus on survival, was awesome.
I know that moment is small, but they were also the last two people out of the cabin. They pushed everyone out before them. Tai was not going to go without Van. They just lead as this duo in such a strong, strangely inviting, and comforting way. These two young people just figuring themselves out, let alone the wilderness.
Nat and Travis are nowhere near this comfort yet. Are they even together at the finale? There is no cohesion. I think the group leans into something where we have two or more people being close in a quiet but powerful way. I just kinda love them and it’s more a way to look at the ways in which we as humans are pulled and guided to people who seemingly move the world together as one; but also as strong separate people.
And just big, big props to some badass acting by Jasmin and Liv & Tawny and Lauren. Holy smokes do I love them.
Love to the sub, thanks for reading.

So I'm a bit new to this app, And a couple of friends recommended using it,
And I've been bothered for quite a while now, especially considering the treatment I undergo in this household.
So my earliest memory of my childhood is that my parents usually "Disciplined" us through extensive means, examples of this were:
-When I made a mistake they would severely scold me, made me kneels because they heard something wrong or punish me for even the smallest things.
-When we were outside past 6 they would lock us out of the house.
-When either me or my older sibling made a mistake they would lock us in our rooms and sometimes starve us.
-I got beat up for not being able to bring a book home (Even though my things were already too heavy)
I only had an idea we were being ✌️Abused✌️ when my friend in my previous school saw the reason why I wore jackets a lot, And that was the first time I broke down because I became aware I was hurt.
Even in a nearly age I am aware that I am an over achiever , My researches were recognized by the school several times and I wasn't lacking in the Musical, Artistic or Academic sides either, my aim was to make my parents proud of me, But instead they called me prideful and in my 9 years of awarded education, even though I became a scholar or top of my grade or class they never congratulated me nor recognized my hard work, I never boasted about it.
Eventually, I didn't even considered my awards as being received genuinely anymore. All I wanted was to receive the word "Congratulations", But to translate what they said to me, they said - I am asking for too much-.
I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I never really created any problems and I tend to stick away from drama.
But going back, Me and my parents would fight a lot, mostly because I am very vocal about not liking the way they do things. Like them throwing things when I asked for something as simple as sugar, and my mother taking a video of me while I was half naked while having a mental breaking down because I couldn't stand the pressure they were weighing on me, and them even calling me the devil's child.
And 2 years ago they had me go here at our grandparents place since they worried that since my grandmother's passing, grandfather would be left alone without someone supporting him.
They made me go instead of any of my siblings, and sure I agreed, but all that awaited me was my aunt deliberately fighting and shouting at me (Even while I was in the middle of my online classes), me going home from exams seeing my things I worked hard for destroyed, and my aunt's family having me pay for their "Water Bill" (I was a minor -still am- btw, and I actually have a job),
My parents brought this up, But what put me off was that I felt like my family only recognized that the one who was hurt in this was my mother (for context we were far away from my parents, Me and my Grandfather were the only one's in the house) while setting aside what I went through.
The family constantly fights over about the hierarchy and house, and I am becoming the middle man in all of this, But everyone just absolutely disregards what I feel, especially when I felt like they didn't treat me as a family.
So eventually I had enough, I lash out a lot about that I can't take them anymore and they victimize themselves a lot, that whenever I bring up the topic they blame me, saying that I am the "Problem".
To other people they are "Good Parents" But to us and my siblings we have a hard time considering them as parent figures, but instead consider them as Legal Guardians who have to fulfill their obligations as parents.
I've tried opening up a lot of times about myself to them but they would usually shut me up (The things I'd bring up about is just usually about History, scientific or arts facts.)
I've told my friends about my situation and they agree, They could even see that I hesitate to hurt anyone or anything because I am afraid that I would become like my family, Raising their hands when things do not go their way.
Now I am blaming myself thinking if I am either the problem here or not, because to other people, I am the "rebellious teen" and here in our country disagreeing with your parents ( Even if it is going through abuse), You are in the wrong, Because you are the child.
I am aware I have a lot of short comings and I admit I make a lot of mistakes but even these my parents are holding it against me.
I feel like they are dragging me back to my past and not seeing that I am growing, Growing not in the way they want me to shape in their own criteria but me wanting to grow as my own person.
Am I the problem here? Am I selfish? I want to know what else I should do.
I feel helpless, I feel like I'm slowly being numbed because being here feels suffocating.
P.S.
I am gay, And have tried to open up about it, But I got a heart wretching answer that I know I'll never be accepted, So I never brought up the topic again and very much hesitate opening about it.

Here's the backstory leading up to the incident that happened last Friday:
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1. August: I started at a new district. This is my 9th year teaching some combination of ELA/ESOL at the middle school level. I see that it's a very old school layout with a bunch of cords going from the Promethean to my desk. All I see is fall hazards. I unplug everything except the HDMI cord since that's all we need. (Like, I unplugged the tri-colored cords that I haven't used since 1995.)
2. September: Our school shuts down to become a hurricane shelter (yes, Florida). We are told to leave our devices near the door for pickup. I did so.
3. October: It's the first day back from hurricane shutdown. IT guy comes into my room during homeroom (with a full classroom of students) and starts yelling about how everything was unplugged. He told me I'm not allowed to do that and that I'm creating more work for him. I was caught off guard, told him I didn't know that, but he kept screaming. All the kids were just sitting there, awkwardly. He kept yelling the same things over and over until he eventually left. The second the door closed, my goofier kid said "dang, bro needs to go eat a Snickers or something." We all laughed so I kinda got over it. The next day on planning, I plugged everything back in.
4. May 26th, last day of school. I emailed him in the morning saying I'm not taking my laptop over summer so when is a good time for me to drop it off. He comes into my room during planning, makes a beeline to the Promethean, and screams that everything is plugged in wrong. I was confused, asked how, but he just kept yelling "it's all wrong!" He unplugged every single cord, including the power cord. He even unplugged the extension cord for my fridge/microwave, the phone cord, and the printer cord. He threw the cords onto the counter and kept screaming that this will take him hours to fix. I told him everything was plugged in and that I took pictures prior to unplugging so I knew it was all correct. He just kept yelling "you're not allowed to do this shit!"

So anyway, he ended up taking pictures of all the cords on the counter and told me that administration will hear about this. I'm returning next year in the same room and I told him that I won't unplug anything again (I told him this back in October when he freaked out, and I told him again last Friday when he freaked out). And for what it's worth, I read the acceptable use contract before my first day, and it includes nothing either way about cords.
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My question is, what do I do moving forward? I don't want to be a drama queen and tell admin "he's mean," but I also don't want him speaking to me like that, especially in front of a classroom. I will still have to see him for help tickets when kids break things.

My babe is 4 months old and has been exclusively breastfed since the start (i’m very thankful for how easy breastfeeding has been for me). She’s taken the occasional bottle with my in laws when I would have to go out or I needed to sleep but really has been EBF since the start. My husband works long hours, nearly works every day and is exhausted by the end of his day. I’m talking he will work 14 hour days for 2 weeks straight. He helps when he’s home or he’ll leave later in the morning so i can have some alone time but we all know, that’s never enough when you’re the primary parent. He has been so kind and loving throughout our babes life and continuously does what he can to help me. I have done most of the night feeds since it’s just easier for me to feed her. Just to note - I don’t mind doing the nights, I truly do not mind and love my little middle of the night moments with babe.
The past week, babe has been in her sleep regression and I haven’t slept more than 2 hours in a row in a while. My husband offered to do the entire night so I can sleep. I was a little hesitant but agreed. He was true to his word, he slept on the couch with her in her bassinet next to him. She only woke up once and took the bottle no issues. She was a dream for him 😅. I woke up feeling refreshed (I got 10 hours of sleep), heavily engorged and i have a happy baby and a husband who still slept a majority of the night.
He wants to do more night shifts to help and I am just feeling so thankful for him. He is a parent and this is just another duty we have but he’s also the primary money maker. He works so hard so I can stay home and raise our baby. He works so our baby and I can have everything we need and not have to count pennies when we need something big. He acknowledges how hard it is to care for our baby and has never expected more than I can do in a day.
Anyways, thanks for reading ❤️

Tw: suicide
We've been dating for almost two years and live together.
Last night I spent most of my day with my girlfriend as is usual for us. Around 6PM we went to a friend's (31M) house for a few beers, we'll call him T. I haven't been drinking much due to neck and back pain from an injury that flares up when I drink.
We watch a few movies, girlfriend and friend are fairly drunk at this point, and I'm lying on the couch in pain ready to go home. She's out of alcohol and wants to go to a bar. I say that I don't want to because I'm not feeling well, she tries to convince me multiple times, I finally relent and say we'll go for a bit.
The 3 of us are sitting at a table drinking a pitcher, I'm not drunk, they're drunk, I'm kind of irritated because I didn't really want to go out, so not very conversational. At this point 3 of gf's acquaintances that I'm not a fan of show up, she invites them to sit at our table. I'm mostly talking to T because I like T and I don't like these other guys.
I talked to T about a concert that I bought extra tickets for, asking him if he wanted to go. I've already invited GF to this, and she said she wasn't interested because the tickets were a lot of money, and she's not really a fan of the artist.
GF overheard our conversation, there's not much conversation going on at the table otherwise. She calls me out, saying "I thought you would just buy my ticket because you want me to be there", she says this pretty loudly at a silent table. I feel awkward and embarrassed as fuck because she's airing this out in front of people who are essentially strangers to me, I feel like she's making me look like an asshole. Additionally, after this she drew attention loudly that I probably wanted to go home and I didn't want to be at the bar anyway. Not aggressively, but loudly and publicly.
I avoid conversation for the 30 mins we're still at the bar because I feel awkward, stepping outside alone to smoke most of the time. 3 guys leave and I drop T off at his place.
I'm driving home with gf and tell her how she made me feel like shit at the bar. She apologizes profusely and wants to talk, while I say it's fine, I just want to go to bed and we'll talk about it more tomorrow.
We get home and I lay in bed. She wants to talk while I keep telling her I feel like shit mentally and physically and just want to sleep. She begins to spiral at this point, due to unresolved trauma (she lost her husband to suicide almost 3 years ago). I do my best to comfort her, we continue to talk for an hour while she cries before I can't help but pass out, it's nearly 4AM at this point.
I'm sitting on the couch typing this now while she sleeps. I'm feeling like I can barely confront her if she's going to spiral due to her trauma, I'm pissed that she drinks so much that she gets to a point where she embarrasses me in public, I'm wore out and I feel like I can't provide the emotional support that she wants from me, I'm trying to be patient because I can only imagine how traumatizing it is to find your spouse dead at home, and how much that would fuck someone up.
I love her, but her trauma and how she acts towards me sometimes is really affecting my mental health, I think about relapsing every day after being clean from drugs for 3 years. I just don't know what to do, I have a lot of empathy for her and I love her, but this relationship really takes a lot out of me. Thanks for reading my vent
Do you think I should break up with her?

Something I haven't heard more people talk about with respect to AI is the risk of us humans becoming too dependent on the technology for our survival and daily life. Thinking about the topic earlier today, the story "The Machine Stops" by E.M Forster has always stood out to me for not only prophesying the Internet, virtual meetings, and instant messaging as well as life under the Covid lockdowns, but also issuing a warning to readers about the dangers of becoming too reliant on a technology that could break down or experience defects at any point for whatever reason.
Obviously, the AI chatbots of today are nowhere near the hypothetical capabilities of some nigh-omnipotent underground Machine god, but it is entirely plausible AIs themselves will reach this capability within the next few decades, if not by the end of this century, if we're being overly conservative. If such a scenario becomes reality, what happens if, like in Forster's story, these AIs we've built break down, glitch out, or crash due to an erroexternal source, or the machines presumably built to repair the AIs malfunction, and no one is around to maintain or fix them because everyone has outsourced knowledge to the AI, and learning has been all but abandoned?
Machines and technology break down all the time-- this is a fact-- and no matter how badly we'd like to pretend an AI will be developed free of mistakes and defects, given enough time it will have some kind of defect or make some mistake, that, if gone unchecked, could have consequences ranging from mild annoyance to catastrophe.
If we want to minimize the negative effects of an AI malfunction or shutdown on our advanced society, just in case it does happen, it might be a good idea for us to retain our self-reliance and not just give ourselves up to an AI like morons. Just saying. The idea of worshipping or depending on an AI for everything while doing nothing but consuming products and passively existing just doesn't sit right with me. Just because it's more convenient or easy for me to outsource everything to an AI doesn't mean I should do so, when I could just as easily continue to do many things by myself with few if any drawbacks, and feel good about myself as opposed to feeling like a sad parasitic blob.

Hey guys, bass main here. This morning I was swimming around minding my own business when I found a worm that washed into the water. I was happy for the free XP and gobbled it down, but suddenly the worm showed off a new tech I’ve never seen before.
Normally worms can’t survive long underwater and are free XP. This one deployed a barbed horn and proceeded to swim around faster than any fish I’ve seen, and took me for the ride. I tried fighting back but it was useless. If that wasn’t bad enough, this thing then used the “fly” ability, took me out of the water, and tried drowning me. How is this remotely fair?
Fortunately for me, a human main was there in the air to free me from the worm’s grasp. If not for them my run would be over. These types of near auto game over buffs given to players that are typically free XP is totally uncalled for and makes for a frankly unplayable meta. Am I supposed to stop using worms for free XP? What happens when flies receive a similar buff, or smaller fish? Please devs nerf this worm buff for the sake of all fish mains

So this guy gave me about 12 g of golden teacher mushrooms and me and my buddy split the bag last night. I ate 6 he ate 6. It was a really nice trip. Nowhere near the intensity of the acid trip I took last weekend but it was still a really nice mellow trip with some awesome visuals. It was great. I just felt so at peace with everything in the world last night. I needed that. I've been so stressed out with work lately that this was a nice little reset.

Some friends of mine organized a charity fundraiser event that has happened each memorial day weekend for the last 4 years. It's a 36-hour video game marathon and I volunteered to play Video Game soundtrack renditions by GaMetal in Clone Hero!
I will go on in 7 hours, which is 7pm Eastern Time. During my time slot there will be a donation incentive for me to play the Pepsiman Theme Song dressed up as Pepsiman! Your donations also put you in the running for some great prizes, the grand prize being a Steam Deck with a dock!
The event page is here: https://4score7pongs.com/meal-morial-madness-2023
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100% of your donations go directly to Feeding America. In the last 3 years we have raised nearly $20,000! This year our goal is $15,000. Hope to see you there :)