i can never figure out "challenges"

I guess it's good that I'm so skilled at running my mouth without provocation because I am literally incapable of answering a challenge or prompt in any way. I just-- like-- I can't read and follow directions, it turns out, in my advancing age, and I just can't figure out what the fuck y'all are talking about until it's over already.
So I'm not doing any Challenges or taking prompts or whatever because I am apparently just not built that way. I love reading all'y'all's meme responses and such, and I just can't get myself together to do it correctly, and that's just how it is.
Why is that literally all i post about lately? the ways in which I don't fit any of the world's standard interfaces? i dunno. i guess that's my throughline, my theme through all this journal. *jazz hands* I have no idea what the fuck is going on out there but y'all have fun with that! */jazz hands*
wait can you close a... tag... like that... never mind.

This morning as I was preparing to leave the house, Dude was having a solemn conversation with Chita the cat in the kitchen. "Are you ready for the morning stand-up?" he asked. (They call their teleconferences stand-ups, and I don't know why, since everyone seems to be sitting down.) "MEOW," she answered. "What are you working on? Do you have any blockers?" "MEOW," she insisted.
I had to interrogate him about "blockers" instead of just "blocks". A writer would say, "I'm blocked on this project." But his team says, "I have a blocker," to indicate they can't progress-- usually it's not a lack of inspiration, but rather that they need to wait for a result from someone else before they can proceed. But that seemed odd to me. Maybe because I spent so long playing the position of 'blocker' in roller derby, which means 'bitch who puts her ass in people's chests so they can't get past', mostly, in my case.

I tried to fix my Instagram, which used to crosspost to Tumblr (and thence here) but when I had to uninstall and reinstall the program in Istanbul because the slow Internet broke the uploader, I lost my Tumblr password, and it turns out the password in my password manager for Tumblr is incorrect, so if I ever get accidentally logged-out, I'm fucked. I should probably fix that but I hate that sort of shit, it always gets fucked-up and I wreck everything. (Wow that functionality's been broken since August, I guess I'm kind of bad at keeping up on stuff.)
I don't think I can make it crosspost here, though, because the image hosting on here is still so fucked-up. Specifically my account. If I want to post images here I have to upload them to Flickr first, and for some reason I'm hesitant to do that? I should, though, and do a manual archiving of my Instagram posts that way. Because who knows about anything on social media anymore.

Well that's a long post and I didn't have a point, so I'm going to stop now. TGIF I guess; I'm going to spend one entire day this weekend doing absolutely fucking nothing except what I want, because I squandered my whole sick day yesterday grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning. And going to the grocery store with vertigo was a terrible idea. (It was only bad for a few minutes.)

Knock on wood, I'm fine today, and the walk in was nice because fresh snow is sticky instead of slippery like ice.