Turning the traction control off! ...
Putting in first gear, left foot on the clutch. ...
Roaring the engine and putting enough pressure on the throttle, so the tachometer hits around 3000 to 3500 RPM.
Releasing the clutch which gets the tires spinning.
Pushing the break immediately!
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Not to brag, but I only needed like three steps.
And I'm spinning my wheels right now over 10,000 rpm and going nowhere, so be jelly. 😌
Writing ideas, and continuations, come in fits and starts, but I feel paralyzed.
Simba's loss is an open wound. Briefly thought about opening up to another feline. Promptly shut that down. Way too soon. Way way too soon.
My Executive Dysfunction is Top Tier.
Body Flares? Oh, they are star-spangled, let me tell you. My chronic pain starts at a 5, daily. It's been popping at a 8/9 for around a week or so. Makes me ponder, once again, about pain management. But I fear that once I'm in, I'm literally never out. Scares the shit out of me. But I can't take this daily. It hurts to everything. 😠😖
I did decide, in the abyss of trying to find an app to help me...(we often reach for odd things when we're sinking)...to try "Finch." Let me know if you also are on this interesting bird app, we can be featherheads together!
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
I may also suck at this and leave my wee pink Strawberry hatched and homeless. 😬
But we all hope not. 😑
And this country???
OH
MY
FUCK
😡ðŸ˜
You know.
That's me. Bothered. Unmoisturized. Swerving from lane to lane. Burnt right the fuck up and out.
With TWO Book Conferences in August!
Good news there being I think I'm going to half price three of my titles.
😄😘
Back to dust moting...
