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I have been riding off and on since I was a child. I was diagnosed with a chronic illness when I was 16. I'm now in my early 30s. Over the past few years, my chronic illnesses have become more and more tough to deal with. I've still managed to squeeze in riding and lessons when I can but I've had to work those barn trips around appointments and hospitalizations. Because of chronic illness, I've had a harder and harder time finding barns to accommodate me. I want to be as transparent as possible(especially because one of my chronic illnesses is epilepsy but I take meds for it). But I've flat out had barns turn me away after disclosing that info claiming they cant let me ride for liability reasons(and it's frustrating but I'm understanding of that)..three years ago..I approached this therapeutic riding program about joining them and they welcomed me with open arms and worked with me...the instructors biggest concern was that I'd be too bored in her program because of my previous experience!
But I reassured her that I just wanted to be on a horse again and so she took me in an accommodated me. The program was run out of the equine center at my college. It was a non profit and the volunteers were students and community members and a PATH certified faculty member of the college ran the program...this is the letter that was posted to the therapeutic riding programs FB page yesterday:
A few updates and a long read… first let me say how sorry I am to all of our clients, volunteers and supporters. I will miss this program very much.☹️ 1. I am no longer a UNH employee. I’ve tried everything I could to save it but those above could not understand why I wouldn’t sign on to work 3x as many hours for less pay. I see now that really, the end game was for me to resign so that they weren’t to blame for what happens to our wonderful program. For those who don’t know the backstory, COLSA(college of life science and agriculture) discontinued the Equine-assisted and therapies major degree program. As that’s where the courses I taught lived that started this downward spiral. I was “re-assigned” to teach 3 times as many courses for the ANSC major. None of which related to EAAT. 2. I’m not sure what the future of the program is and I hope that it’s continued without me. $27,000 in donations were taken from our gift fund and put in general Colsa spending. These funds were donated through our auction and charity fundraising challenge and specifically designed for riding scholarships and to buy new horses for the therapeutic riding program. So, the funding for the program is largely gone. It’ll be a steep climb to continue under these circumstances. 3. This is the most important one really. The horses are FINE. There are wonderful people working at the barn who are doing everything possible to care for the horses and they’ll still be a part of riding classes for the ANSC major. 4. Current clients might be contacted in the future about riding at UNH but in the meantime here are some places you can check out.
I’m afraid I don’t have any other answers for anyone about any part of the UNH program. Our community is tight and I know people want answers and that information spreads quickly. I wanted to make a last post here so that everyone has good Intel.
My best wishes for you all! 🐴
I am so heartbroken and angry...of the three resources shes given us for places to ride at, one I've reached out to multiple times in the past and gotten no response, the second location is too far of a drive, and the third location I've been told only takes kids...I honestly don't know what I'm going to do right now..I thought I'd found my perfect riding situation and now...

The Battle You Can Never Win
Years ago, aboard a poorly maintained ship, in a dimly lit cargo hold with stained mats haphazardly thrown on the ground, a young girl glared at the old man before her. Her breath came in ragged heaves, her clothes were stained with sweat, and her exposed skin was covered in welts from the older mans bamboo blade. She was on the ground while the man was standing up straight, his breathing only slightly faster than normal but otherwise gave no hint that only moments before he had been swinging his practice sword like a demented blender.
The girl tried to stand but instead fell back down. “Why, the fuck are you making me do all this.” She growled at the man. Earning her a quick smack to the side for her foul mouth and impertinence. “Fuck!” she cursed, earning another strike in the process.
She continued to glare at the old bastard, most people usually flinched under her hateful glare. Especially the weak prey-like Xenos, they always coward at her wrath. But the old bastard didn’t. He just watched her with a calm and patient gaze.
The man was silent for a while before he sighed and looked to the pipes and looses wires along the ceiling. “You ask why I make you train? Why I push you unlike all the others? The better question is why you resist my teaching?” he looked down at her again. “You are taller than most men, you are naturally stronger than a girl has any right to be, and your fire is enough to melt iron. And yet you resist my attempts to polish those advantages. By all rights you should seek every chance to better yourself. And yet you don’t.”
“What’s the fuckin point? Like you said, I’m strong, and being already human makes me faster and tougher than everything out there. So what’s the point in training with stupid swords?”
He frowned, but didn’t strike her again for her foul mouth. “You are stronger than most creatures in this galaxy. But not all. The Kaydic are as strong as a grizzly, and if they get a good charge going they can pass through brick walls like they were wet paper. The Balikstro are faster on four legs than we can ever be on two. Any Uplifted Mammaloid could easily disembowel you with a careless swipe. And that isn’t mentioning the true monsters out there like the Aunviry.”
“Okay, yeah they’re all better. So what’s the point in training if they’re always going to be better than me? I’m only human.” She whined as she felt the growing bruise on her side.
“Because you don’t train for the battle that you can win, but for the battle that you’ll always lose. Because on those days the only thing that will keep you alive is training, good reflexes, and hardened combat experience. They are how you will win the battle you can never win.”
“That doesn’t make sense old man.” The girl snarked.
The air cracked, a brown sword blurred, and the girl let out a yelp as her ass was struck by a Shinai.
The old man who decided to be her mentor continued. “And the only way you get there is by training every day until your hands bleed and your legs give out.”
The girl glared at the old man, but she saw the sense in the words. Even if she hated the old man and his stupid sword. “Fine, but can we call it here. I have a cargo shift tomorrow.”
He looked down at her hands a tilted his head. “Your hands aren’t bleeding yet.” He said blandly as if remarking on the weather.
Daisey groaned, but got up anyways.
The old bastard Mizuno really did make her work until her hands began to bleed before letting her crawl off to her hammock in the sweltering space above the engine bay. She only got a few hours of sleep before the ship docked with the pirate capital and she had to spend the next ten hours moving cargo off the Black Saint.
And after that, when she had finally gotten to sit for a few minutes Mizuno found her and dragged her back to his ‘dojo’ for another round.
She had hated it at the time. Hated him. Hated the shitty rusty ship. Hated almost everyone one onboard. And hated those stupid bamboo swords.
But in time the pain paid off, and those skills that had been beaten into her the hard way saved her life when Greyson’s crazy bitch of a lieutenant tried to kill Daisey in some back alley on Parox. And later those same skills allowed her to best the men she had eventually called Sensei instead of Bastard.
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It was strange to feel nostalgic for a time where everything sucked, and you hated everyone around you. But fighting Zera again brought back those bittersweet memories. She had hated Mizuno so much back then, but the man who had decided to mentor her eventually became one of the most influential figures in her life. Aster may hate her father and everything about him, but she couldn’t ever hate the heritage he had unwittingly tied her too. Because it was the same culture Mizuno had loved with all his heart. Warts and all.
Zera fought like a deranged beast. Slashing and stabbing with wild abandon. But while she had received some training to polish out her blind aggression, she never took Mizuno’s philosophy to heart. Greyson had ordered Mizuno to share his teaching with Zera just like he did with Daisey. But where Daisey, now Astarte, had accepted his ideas of training for the battle you’ll always lose top heart.
Zera hadn’t.
Zera learned how to cut better and how to save her strength. But once she had learned that she used her strength and youth to overpower Mizuno-sensei in sparring matches. While Daisey had restrained her own strength where she could so as to better learn Mizuno’s skill and techniques.
Even when after she had fought off Zera and took her spot as Greyson’s right hand she still trained until her hands bled. Even when she left the Terran Pirates and drifted around with her mother she trained. And when she met Karega and got a ship of her own she continued to train for the battle she would never win.
It was that mindset that let her finally surpass her old mentor during their final battle on the central Temple of Temple city. The very same mindset that let her match blows with a vile abomination like Kazlum and his brood. A literal battle she had no right ever winning. And it was the same teachings that she would use to beat this cyborg blast from the past.
Zera’s metal exterior was too tough for Astarte to cut. And it was highly unlikely that Astarte would ever exhaust her. But while she failed to land any actual wounds on her opponent, Zera the Butcher couldn’t land any on Astarte.
Zera aimed her mantis like blades at the kinks in Aster’s armor, but Aster’s reflexes and agility was enough to dodge and deflect Zera’s attacks.
But time was not on her side in this fight. Human endurance was legendary and superior to anything any other biological species could replicate. But no amount of sweat or anaerobic exertion would ever match the ceaseless movements of a machine.
Zera also had plenty of tricks hidden within her robotic limbs. The extra power in her legs had nearly bowled Astarte over when she triggered it as their blades were crossed. A third use had allowed her to dart to Astarte’s and strike at her thigh. Zera had found a kink in her armor, but a single step back had spared Astarte from any real damage.
Her leg felt warm and sticky as blood trailed down. But it was only a flesh wound and nothing that would hinder her mobility.
That attack had finally allowed Astarte to see exactly how Zera kept leaping forward. Somehow she was building up energy in her leg which could be released. A joint opened around where a bulging calf should have been and allowed her to double the length of her leg and gave her explosive forward momentum when used right. In the heat of battle Astarte couldn’t make heads or tails of the mechanism, she saw wires, tubes, and what looked like a hydraulic valve thing. She didn’t need to understand it at the moment though, right now knowing there was a way past the tough metal shell and into some more vulnerable internals was all that mattered.
The assassins’ arms also had a similar ability. But instead of explosively doubling the length of her arm Zera could have curved blade on her forearm launch forward in a powerful stabbing motion. Astarte dodged one of those attacks and saw the blade punch through the concrete of a nearby building. Zera had been stuck in the wall for only a second as she used the leg extension to pull her out and launch her back into melee with Astarte.
Zera also had a wider range of motion than Astarte was used to seeing in a human shoulder joint. When Astarte had rolled under a swing and came up for a slash at her exposed back the other arm was capable of swinging a full 180° backwards and deflecting her blow.
The way the arm had rotated in the joint had unnerved Astarte. She would have shivered in horror if had been given a moment to do so.
Those tricks had surprised Astarte the first time she saw them. And only quick thinking kept her alive. But once she saw them, she was capable of accounting for them and making her plans around them. She had fought enough alien opponents to know how to compensate for strange physiologies. The Aunviry for example had been far stranger to deal with than this borged-out human woman.
Sparks rang from their clashes and Astarte began to look for any more surprises. But as the fight stretched on Astarte began to suspect that Zera had already played her hand. And if she was reserving something then it was probably something she could only do once. With the factors accounted for, Astarte began to plan her actual counterattack, no more probing.
She couldn’t do much about the powerful arm attacks besides dodge, and couldn’t hope her armor could take the hit. The legs presented a weak point, but not one easy to get at. She would have to bait Zera into a launching attack and then sidestep fast enough to stab into her leg. A risky maneuver.
She thought about the full rotational ability in the arm joint. She didn’t know much about engineering, but she remembered some of Alwen’s lectures on the shoulder joint area after the Battle for the Confederacy. Alwen had to reset several bones in that region and she had taken the time to explain everything instead of just doing it. It was a complicated joint, and already prone to coming out of its socket. Did enhancing that range of motion come with any added structural weakness?
It was an idea.
As the fight drew on Astarte began to feel Zera speed up as her strikes became more and more sure. Astarte realized there was another blatant weakness that Zera had carried with her from the days she was fully human. Her mind.
Zera had a mercurial temper, plenty of triggers, and was highly unstable. And Astarte knew how to use all that to her advantage.
“You wanna know the funny part.” Astarte said in between blows. “Greyson didn’t even care that you were gone.” She taunted in between breaths. There was a reason most real combat didn’t have witty banter or heart felt speeches between foes. Every breath counted and wasting it on speaking was stupid. But she judged it to be worth the effort.
“Didn’t even question me about. Just said ‘Zera’s gone, now you will guard my back’” Astarte teased. “Then not even a week later I was second in command and got to sleep in his comfy bed.” She gave Zera a sloppy self-satisfied grin.
In reality Daisey hadn’t wanted to be Greyson’s guard, nor sleep in the same bed as a forty something man with the reputation for fucking anything with a hole and a heart beat. But she had little choice in the matter if she wanted to stay alive and keep working with the Terran Pirates.
The assassin’s eyes flared “And then you killed him like the deceptive whore you are!” she roared with another predicable jab.
“Of course I did, I refused to be the latest women he ruined and dumped into the gutter.” Astarte countered as she side stepped the blow. She was really glad Mizuno-sensei drilled her foot work so often, it was paying dividends at the moment. “Face it, your days were numbered. If it wasn’t me it would have been him.”
“LIAR!” Zera roared as she overextended again.
It didn’t offer Astarte the opening she looking for, so instead she went for a different sort of weak point. No matter how much her body changed there was one place that had to stay mostly organic.
No one fucked with the brain, not the Toy man, not the Union, and not the people who rebuilt Zera. It was too delicate to touch and far too complex. Just wiring in an advanced cybernetic eyeball to the optic nerve had caused a knock-on effect in Astarte’s head. And that was just a peripheral change.
The hilt of Tenken rammed into Zera’s face, smacking the same place she had dented earlier. There was a thud, like the sound of a dropped metal can, and then the sound of shattering glass. Zera stumbled back and put a hand up to her face where Astarte’s strike had warped the metal enough to loosen up her left eye out of its artificial eye socket. The eye had fallen and shattered at Astarte’s feet, and it now leaked a white fluid.
Zera looked up and Astarte saw the strange deformed metal plate of her face all scrunched up on one side. Half her lip was pulled up in a permanent smile while the more mobile part of her face scowled. She charged right back at Astarte and her right arm splint down the middle, Astarte saw the prongs of a stun weapon race towards her just as the other arm came up for a slash at her face. Astarte stood her ground, took the prongs, and lifted arm to intercept the blade.
The electricity didn’t feel like waves of fire like she had expected, but instead like all her muscles just got pulled at once. She felt her knees go weak as they wanted to buckle. But she gritted her teeth, remained on her feet, and took the pain. This was nothing compared to when she caught in that Egh’ahd sneak attack, nor when she fought Kazlum and had been bitch slapped across a whole room. This was a pain she could handle.
And compared to the electricity coursing through he the Mantis blade in her arm was nothing.
With one arm occupied in tasing her, and the other wedged into the bone of her forearm Astarte knew she wouldn’t get another chance like this. She grabbed the bladed arm with her other hand and with a twist of her hips, threw the Cyborg over her shoulder.
The assassin hit the ground with a thud and Astarte moved foot on her back.
The blade in her arm cut back upwards, got caught in the plates of her arm guard, and snapped off by the hinge. The pain in the arm grew too much to bear so she let that arm fall limp as her other arm held onto the assassin now beneath her feet and pulled. Zera let out a scream that hit the far range of human vocal cords and dipped into a sound only possible in dogs, dolphins, and machines. It even began to stutter like a corrupted audio file.
Even her voice was fake.
Then there was a pop and rip, and the arm came clean off.
Astarte stood there holding the still clothed arm in her hands as white fluids leaked out of the cyborgs open joint. Astarte glanced to the fake arm in her hands then down to the struggling cyborg, and with little hesitation lifted the arm and proceeded to beat the womans head in with her own arm.
Or she would have if a heavily distorted voice hadn’t interrupted her bludgeoning.
“FREEZE!”
Astarte turned to stare at the cloaked black figure of the Arbiter aiming a pulse rifle right at her.
Astarte then raised her hands above her head, still holding the prosthetic arm. “It was self defense” Astarte said to the unwavering gaze of the Arbiter. A flicker of her eye into the Ultraviolet showed the scowling face of a much-recovered Rachel glaring at both of them.
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The most important person in my life has recently told me they've been avoiding me because I'm too lonely and hard to talk to. I had picked up on their avoidance earlier and had a hard time, talking to them, I got too desperate. And that made them want to avoid me more.
2 years. Talking every day for hours. And I still can't make someone like me. They told me they would pull away over work and school before but then they talk about going to parties and drinking at 4am and dnd sessions and going out and. Never have time. To talk to me anymore, because of work and assignments. But then say they're doing x and y. I'm happy for her, but it's a punch to the gut that I'm so easily pushed aside to such a low level of importance. And I got desperate. I would text, and then text some more, be ignored, and try to recover by texting some more, increasingly off putting shit. I'd ask her where she was at fucking 4am when I was waiting. And apparently that was overbearing and too much. She didn't even warn me about any of it and I. Warn her about every possible absence I'd have. Fuck I even warn her if I leave for 20 minutes to eat.
I stopped. Begging. For her attention and. We've barely said a word to eachother, and the bit we have has been me desperately trying to be good. Just shut up. Don't indicate any psychological distress. Don't talk about myself. Don't have an issue with anything. Because I'm exhausting with how lonely I am, and with my issues. Even though, I already rarely ever told her any of it. I've been trying to be so good and she still. Left. In the middle of a conversation.
What's wrong with me. I know I'm. Not human like everyone else, I don't talk right and I don't get social cues but she loved me. She knew that. And there was still something rotting about me, even when I was trying to be good she could still sense how i was rotting from barely talking, from desperation.
She said it's easier, to fix other people than to deal with me. I have never asked her to fix me. I have never even acted like there is anything to fix, I know that being self depreciating puts others off so i don't. Do. That. Everyone thinks i think I'm a God or something, or at least constantly tell me they admire my self confidence.
But if im so fucking confident why won't anyone fucking talk to me beyond that. Why is it that everytime I try people are off put, and when i double down with whatever niche stilted thing I'm saying I can't help but keep trying because I don't know how else to try.
But I know I cant stop trying.
But I'm not self confident, I'm not even human. Nobody can actually fucking tolerate me. Not even her. The only value I offer people is when they're entertained by my off putting remarks, or when I can twist them into jokes, and then they dont talk to me after laughing.
And I know I'm desperate. I know it's off putting. I hate myself for it. I hate myself because I drove her away with the desperation I can't fucking hide and I hate myself because I couldn't even get one person to like me. She's outgrown me completely, has real friends and real social events instead of some inhuman desperate bitch lapping at her heels. It just hurts that I don't have any room in her life now that she's found her place.
I'm happy for her. That's all I can really tell her these days. And it's true. I'm happy for her. I'm miserable though. I Hate myself.
I can't tell her any of this. She got so pissed off the last time I implied she didn't care about me that much, or that I was low on her priority list. And I dont want to burden her. She's said she can't deal with me complaining and stuff. If I tell her this stuff she'll just dislike me more.
She accused me of just being with her because I'm lonely. Other than being an incredibly low blow. I met her during one of the best periods of my life and loved her since before i slid back into such a mental state.
Im so fucking tired man. It was good to get it all out. This is just the worst of it, from the worst mental state I could approach this from. If anyone actually reads this, she isn't a bad person, there's just something wrong with me if nobody is willing to deal with me, and i needed to say this somewhere. If i bottle my feelings I'll end up doing something stupid. I cried a lot while reading this but I really do feel some catharsis now.
If any of you are actually reading this: I know it sucks, I know rejection is hard, and if you're in my position i don't recommend doing what im doing and trying to be good I just think I'm different, but i do know that you have to keep trying. Its OK if friendships come and go, try to find someone who's also neuroduvergent if you're nuerodivergent, look for niche irl clubs, remember to talk and be respectful, and that you shouldn't hate the world, bitterness is a slippery slope that i also struggle with but i am constantly reminding myself to be happy for others. it isnt everyone else's fault, society is becoming increasingly divided and individualized because of profit incentives, heartless corporations, and the oncoming tide of fascism, it isn't your fault either for the same reasons. Im sure you all are lovely people, thank you for reading and I hope you find happiness.

Today I had a bad experience with a crossing guard near the Silo Terminal (where the buses are). I had to wait a bit longer than usual to cross the crosswalk because there were bikes incoming and I assessed that I couldn’t cross yet. In general, I walk slower than the average person and at the time, I had stomach cramps, which tends to slow me down even more. So, even if the bikes weren’t very close, I knew that I would probably get in their way or get hit if I crossed. Then the crossing guard rudely told me to “hurry up” as I was waiting to cross. After that, I was able to cross, and as I walked away, I turned my head to his direction and said “sorry” because I was afraid he would be angry and I didn’t want to cause a scene. I don’t know what his problem was because there was no one behind me and I wasn’t putting myself or anyone else in danger—I was waiting to cross the street. Can somebody tell me if I did anything wrong? Because I can’t see it right now.
Another thing is that before that unpleasant encounter with him, I kind of had a small but irrational fear of him—especially whenever he blows his whistle because it reminded me of those hall monitors in elementary school who would blow their whistle loudly and scream at children for minor things. It just brings back bad memories. I’m sorry if this sounds really stupid.

I want to divert water from a downspout to the back of the house by attaching a 3 or 4" pvc. It's against the natural slope of the land but there's a yard drain system in the back where it would be convenient to dump the water into.
Also the water coming into the the downspout comes in from both directions. After the drop which is only about 1.5 ft, I'd like to put a 90 degree elbow to start. Would using a 45 deg elbow for the first drop help with the flow?
I barely have enough space enough space for the minimum slope of 1/8" per foot or 1.04% but can make it if I raise the starting point with an additional layer of end caps underneath. Will it work and any tips? Would a 4" vs 3" pvc help? Would a 45 deg elbow vs 90 deg for the drop help? Any advise would be greatly appreciated.

I’m watching all of JSFV for the first time, currently on season 3. I thought Angelina coming back for Miami was a good prank, and same with Vegas since it wasn’t for the duration of the season. Anything after that, I’m sick of her being included in everything on the show. She was barely part of original JS. Everyone can’t stand her and only put up with her for filming. She doesn’t seem to have genuine relationships with a single person on the show, where the rest of them you can tell they’re actually friends. Her calling them “the family” or “the roommates”, what?? I know it’s good for drama having her there, but I just find it annoying and would rather focus on the cast members who actually mesh. I’m not sure if she’s on later seasons or not but I sure hope not

Most men often ignore red flags when it comes to women, whether it'd be because of desperation or loneliness. Women, on the other hand, often have more experiences when it comes to relationships, a lot of women have already had 2-4 relationships before they enter their 20s, depending on their confidence level, which is why it is no surprise that women tend to have more experiences in vetting out potential partners, accompany this with numerous dates. Men often have no luxury of this, unless the man himself has confidence and the charm to swoon women, he would often find himself behind everything in life.
This is where knowledge from the internet comes-in, there are simply lots of great places on the internet for it, but the first thing, a man should always look into is his self-esteem and confidence, once he has come in a place of peace and detachment. He becomes the man, he needs to be for himself and for others, and this man will be able to conquer anything that he puts his heart into.
Once he has placed himself in this place, then he can start dating, men often think that women have the advantage when it comes to dating, but the reality is that the playing field is equal, men are more accepted to court women than the other way around, and most of the time women run into low-quality women. Men like women should look for women with good self-esteem, a good family background(especially with their parents), and good confidence. Most often, men will never actually look into these things and only look for the prettiest face at a bar or the swiping right on the hottest girl that they could find on their apps. A man should always be weary of a woman's red flags.

I really miss my girlfriend. It hurts a lot. It hurts to be so tired and putting in so much effort into our relationship yet not seeming to see the same effort in return. I know things are hard for her right now. I know that her seeming uninterested isn’t because she is actually uninterested but it’s just hard for my brain to understand that considering everything in the past. Every failed relationship I have had in the past seems to be following the same exact pattern as this one. First couple weeks or month is great, then things slowly die down, and eventually it starts to feel like the two people are strangers. I feel like I haven’t talked to her in days. We talk of course, but it’s just so generic. It also seems so one sided. She seems so uninvested. It feels like I am forcing her to talk to me. As if she doesn’t actually want to. She never asks about my day, never asks about the little things where as I make sure to do all of that. It makes me worry about our relationship a lot, especially because she use to do these things. I’ll support her through everything, even if what she needs is hard for me. I have no idea what goes on inside of her head and vice versa. Maybe I should be more open. At the same time I argue against being more open about these feelings because that puts more pressure onto her. We have talked about this before, some days it’s not so bad but as of late there’s been more bad days than good ones. Which is alright, I’m mature enough to realize everything isn't going to be sunshine and roses constantly. Though in our darker moments, I would like us to try and connect and work through things. I appreciate any advice, and maybe some other perspectives. Thank you for reading :).

Sorry it’s different lighting in these two photos but I assure you, the results are accurate.
Thank you to everyone advocating for PRP fillers in the tear trough vs conventional fillers. I am obsessed. The photo on the left is from last week and the one on the right is from this evening. A vial of blood was removed and 6 units of platelets retrieved. Some was put in my undereye and some in my nasolabial folds (where I already had Juvederm Ultra put in about 5 weeks ago, so I didn’t really need more but of course I am obsessive and want those lines GONE). I was PUFFY AF after the treatment - it looked like I got stung by a bee with a stinger laced in shellfish. The swelling went down throughout the day and the after photo (right side) was taken at 11 hours post-injection. With taxes this came to about $705 USD.

Hi,
Last year (2022) I suffered from a serious mental health crisis and dropped out of university with 1 class left before I could graduate with a BA in public affairs
I spent a few months putting myself back together and got a low paying-long hours government job to earn some income while I was back living with my parents.
This spring I resolved my self to get a job back in the town of my university so I could take my last class I needed to graduate and move in with my life.
But I'm really struggling. The job search in the town my university was in was very difficult, and although I found one, I've discovered the job is a miserable, grinding, data entry position. Which is both really difficult mentally and impossible to do while taking a college class that is only available during working hours.
I'm scared to quit this job I have, even though I hate it. I don't know what I could do while taking my course and still pay my bills.
And to top it all off the last few jobs I've had have made me so miserable that I don't know that I could handle anything I could do with a degree in Public Affairs, but I don't know if I could go back to school for a period of time either.
I just feel lost. I can't keep doing what I'm doing. I have no idea how to finish my college degree, and beyond that I have no idea what to do with my degree if I ever did manage to graduate.
Should I quit my current job? How? For what? What should I do if I do graduate?
Another worry I have is that most of my references and qualifications come from before my mental break, and I don't know how long those references and qualifications would remain relevant in the job market, or how long my references would go to bat for me.
I really want a low stress job that pays reasonably well and where I don't have to work long hours. That doesn't feel impossible, but at this point I don't know if I can move forward.

I want to divert water from a downspout to the back of the house by attaching a 3 or 4" pvc. It's against the natural slope of the land but there's a yard drain system in the back where it would be convenient to dump the water into.
Also the water coming into the the downspout comes in from both directions. After the drop which is only about 1.5 ft, I'd like to put a 90 degree elbow to start. Would using a 45 deg elbow for the first drop help with the flow?
I barely have enough space enough space for the minimum slope of 1/8" per foot or 1.04% but can make it if I raise the starting point with an additional layer of end caps underneath. Will it work and any tips? Would a 4" vs 3" pvc help? Would a 45 deg elbow vs 90 deg for the drop help? Any advise would be greatly appreciated.

My grind fuel left earbuds audia starting cutting in and out depending on what seemed to be how much pressure I was putting on it at school today and it has since evolved to where it simply won't play any noise at all. The led is still working and the button still works and effects the other earbud. I tried resetting them and repairing them but nothings working and I'm not too sure what to do. They are still quite new probably less than 2 months.

So our store does the stupid friendly neighbor thing and I HATE it. If you’re not familiar with it, essentially we’re not allowed to have any overstock in the back at all. Got a row full of Cheerios? Better put the extra behind the Reese’s puffs next to it. Too many gallons of water? Too bad better find somewhere else on the floor to put it because got forbid we use the stockroom for stock. 🙄 so essentially if something is full we have to have put the product behind or next to something else. Or find anywhere but the stockroom to put it. Doesn’t matter if it’s for a reset or if we have 250 bottles of hand sanitizer it’s gotta go out. Does anyone else’s store actually do this? It drives me bonkers. Facing is hard because we put shit where it doesn’t go so if you face it you’re actually putting it in front of the wrong Mylar and it creates customer confusion and there’s only 1 other store in the district that I know of that does this and we only do it bc that store manager trained our new SM so they do it the way the other manager told them. Is this like a company wide thing or did that manager just make it up bc even other stores in the district don’t know what tf friendly neighbor is.

I'm going to discuss cut manga content, fair warning.
When episode 9 came out I was pretty disappointed with it, but I couldn't really put a finger on why. I think I've finally figured it out.
It was the scene where Ichikawa realises he's being used.
In the anime, we see him consider that he is being used after seeing Kobayashi and Yamada make up. Yet, in the manga it occurs immediately after the incident. I dislike this change, but it wasn't my main issue.
My main issue was Ichikawa's main reason for avoiding Yamada: Ichikawa's sympathy for Pickup-senpai. It is almost entirely cut from the anime, but its Ichikawa's main reason for being upset with Yamada and avoiding the library in the first place.
We know that Ichikawa has something of a strong sense of justice, so lying is actually pretty bad in his eyes - even if he does tell white lies a fair bit. So, upon seeing Pickup-senpai hurt, and considering that Yamada may have been using him to get Pickup-senpai to go away, he gets upset with her. Not only did she lie, she included him in the lie, and it was a lie that ultimately hurt Pickup-senpai. In the manga, Ichikawa says "Even though I hate pickup-senpai, I didn't want to see that face", and "I selfishly thought that Yamada was different... but she's no different from scummy deceitful adults." This was cut in the anime, but provides a lot of context regarding his emotional state.
Someone he thought he could trust had just betrayed him. Even if it was just in his head, its pretty clear to see why he might avoid her.
Of course he realises he's blowing things out of proportion after Yamada confronts him. He also self reflects, realising that he had been looking for a reason to dislike her, just like he had done with the smitch. Him overblowing the whole situation was a result of that negative thinking, and so was his extreme reaction. Its a big character moment for him.
This is entirely lost in the anime. We do get to see pickup-senpai look pitiful, and its clear that Ichikawa is upset by that, but we get no indication that that is part of his though process. Instead we focus on the secondary aspect, his anxiety towards having a crush on Yamada.
Its still a fine scene, don't get me wrong. And it would've been hard to include the extra content, since they also had to cut some meaningful dialogue in the post credits scene too - not to mention it was a little rushed even with all the cut content. Still, they probably could have included all of that if they had just not attempted to inject Kobayashi's chapter. I've come to appreciate the anime for what it is, but small bits like this could have made it so much more.
Apologies for being such a downer, especially when this episode is nearly two weeks old, but I had to get it off my chest.
Also, let me know if you interpreted this differently. Maybe I'm just misunderstanding the scene.

I want to divert water from a downspout to the back of the house by attaching a 3 or 4" pvc. It's against the natural slope of the land but there's a yard drain system in the back where it would be convenient to dump the water into.
Also the water coming into the the downspout comes in from both directions. After the drop which is only about 1.5 ft, I'd like to put a 90 degree elbow to start. Would using a 45 deg elbow for the first drop help with the flow?
I barely have enough space enough space for the minimum slope of 1/8" per foot or 1.04% but can make it if I raise the starting point with an additional layer of end caps underneath. Will it work and any tips? Would a 4" vs 3" pvc help? Would a 45 deg elbow vs 90 deg for the drop help? Any advise would be greatly appreciated.

For reference, I play on PS5, and have played every madden since Madden 06. All gameplay notes are on All Pro- Simulation
-Franchise drills need some work on difficulty, but I'm glad to see them back. They are more or less the same drills as back in the day, but it's fun
-Relocation is instant, and has more city options. Any team name (out of the generated options) can be added to any city. No option on uniforms, not even the previous 3 options. Stadiums are all the same as they have been for the last decade. No cost either, as far as I can tell (Might be different in the actual game) - 6 trade slots, however can only trade 3 players per team per trade - Can restructure a contract, however it is incredibly limited - Still can only give 1 year deals to free agents in pre-season/season - Trade logic is still 100% broken - Trade finder is now a separate screen - As far as I can tell, trade finder, trade block and upgrade a player is the only 3 options. Upgrade a player basically replaced the normal "Trade" screen. Have to start the trade in upgrade a position, and then back out of it and make a normal trade. - Referees are on the field, but they don't do much - Commentary seems about the same - Tackling is horrible. Seems completely random if you'll end up with somebody breaking a long run, and tackles are broken much too often - For some reason sideline catch decisions (in vs out) are really, really broken. Almost always called in, even when CLEARLY out - Still completely random where the QB will put the ball. Sometimes passes will be "Pressured", despite the rusher being quite far away, and the pass will sail way out of bounds/over the receivers head. Other times the QB will obviously be pressured and it won't matter, dimes. - Reciver catching on slant routes seems turned down. Lots of drops. - WR cuts seem somewhat overpowered. I'm not the best at man coverage, but WRs cut on an absolute DIME, even with lower end WRs in the 70 overall range. - Did have some crashing issues, but that's expected on a beta. Hopefully that's fixed

I’ve been porn free for 2 years now and don’t even have any urges. Im currently 22 and discovered porn sometime around 10 years old. By the time I was around 17 I realized I was addicted and it was a problem and I unsuccessfully tried to quit for some time. Sometime around the first lockdown in the covid pandemic my mental health was terrible and an unsuccessful attempt on my life made me change everything around. A couple months following that event I made another attempt to quit not knowing it would be the last attempt I would ever need to take. At that point I wouldn’t say I was cured from my depression or anything, or that I am fully better now, but I atleast had a will to live which I havent had for a very long time. I believe the need to be better in life helped me out alot. A few months following that I met a wonderful girl who is still my girlfriend who gave me even more will to stay away. I knew that I couldn’t put her through what I was before, and she deserves the man I am now. From there the thoughts of using slowly faded away, to the point now where I can go weeks without even thinking it could be a good idea to watch porn. And to be honest, at the start I loved this sub, I use to look at other people’s journeys as I went through mine. Now I feel like being apart of this sub is just a dark shadow in my past, and I pretty much ignore it 99% of the time. Not that I think the sub is bad or anything, but it has served it’s purpose in my life and I need to move on from it. I am wishing you all luck in your journey and I want you all to remember that no matter how small you see your accomplishments as it is still something to be proud of.

Not knowing Summer Jam was happening is one thing but you gotta be mad washed to sleep on this weekends lineup happening practically in their own backyard with a whole bunch of big names this pod is always talking about, a bunch of which they put me on to.
Kendrick Lamar, Lil Uzi Vert, Metro Boomin, Pusha T, Lil Nas X, Ari Lennox, Sabrina Claudio, Syd, PJ Morton, Ice Spice, Joey Bada$$, Saba, 070 Shake and mad other artists outside of hip hop/rnb.
Can't believe Joe went to wack ass Summer Jam but apparently no one on the pod knows this is happening this weekend

Have you ever had a moment where you had to put someone else's needs before your own?

I cut out music, romance tv shows and romance novels from my life and these used to be the things i was obsessed with and had loved with all my heart. I understand why they’re haram so i’m not really complaining. The thing is, it’s been extremely difficult to get by some days. It was an addiction that i put a stop to and now i’m feeling withdrawal symptoms (quite literally). I want to delve back in but i’m holding back just for Allah. Does it get easier with time or is it always going to be this hard? Considering how big of a part these things played in my life and how much they impacted me. There were days where i would reflect on the lessons from the latest dramas/books i had watched/read and my friend and i would talk about the characters for hours on end. now since i stopped doing what we used to talk about, we’ve been chatting less. and that is making me feel empty. I’m hoping Allah makes it easy for me and all the other struggling muslims out there. I would love it if anyone of you guys with a similar experience could share their journey!

Curious what "reasonable people" think is fair here. I hired a company to regrade my yard on two sides and install a catch basin and drain. They pitched a great plan, but their workers didn't follow it AT ALL. They quoted me close to $8K, and I gave them 10% down. The finished job is not what we agreed on. I doubt it will work to keep water away from the house, and it looks like a mess. And on top of it all, they cut my water main and damaged two of our cars. How much, if any, of the remaining almost $7K should I give them?
More of the story: I accepted the quote and gave them 10% to get on the schedule. I expected a call to let me know a start date. Workers just showed up one day without any notice. They didn't know what the job was and couldn't reach the owner to ask, so they ended up leaving. Next day, they came back with a plan that was nothing like the plan the owner had pitched me.
Every step of the way, I let the owners know I had questions or issues, because they were saying one thing and their workers were doing another. The owners would reassure me, come out and talk through the plan again, and tell me how things were going to get fixed. Then they'd leave and the workers would carry on with chaos. After two days of this, I told the owner that his workers weren't ready to be on jobsites unsupervised. Owner still left them unsupervised.
Today, one of them hit two of our cars with a Caterpillar, didn't tell us, and lied to our faces when we asked what happened. My car got a brand new dent that is Caterpillar yellow, and the rocker panel got ripped off my daughter's car. They both got damaged while parked in our yard, and the only people near them were these guys, but they insist it wasn't them. The owner comes out, looks at the cars, and says he doesn't think it adds up that his guys did it. "If a Caterpillar hit your car, there'd be a hole in it." He doesn't have an theory how even a small Cat-colored dent could show up on its own, though, so he asks what he can do to make me happy. I say he can make me less unhappy by paying for the repairs. He makes a couple calls, decides $1,500 should cover it, and says he'll knock that off my price. I have no idea how much the repairs will be, but a new rocker panel is $600 for just the part. Worse, they "finished" the job today, and I'm nowhere near happy with the work.
They spent part of three days here. They moved around a lot of dirt, tore out two flower beds and a tree, and left zero grass in the entire front yard, but somehow the yard still slopes toward the house for about 20 feet and then slopes up hard toward the foundation for about 3 feet. They cut the water main, even though we had specifically discussed where it was and they assured me they could work around it. I thought the extension on one of the downspouts was broken, and I asked them to make sure it was working before they buried it. They just piled dirt right on over it, so now it needs to be dug up before it can be replaced. They put in a catch basin and drain, which is one good thing, but it's well above the low spot in the yard. They built a berm / swale to direct water toward the side yard, which is another good thing. But they promised no fewer than five times to pile up the large landscape rocks from the border of the flower beds, yet left them mixed in with the dirt in the berm. Instead of a pop up where the drain lets out, they cut a trench into the yard and lined it with rocks. There's more, but that's the highlights.
Lying about hitting our cars was just the absolute last straw. If they'd come and told me, we could have worked it out. But to see a dent the color of your equipment and still say it doesn't add up that your guys did it... that's some BS. His worker is lying, and he's letting him lie.
I gave them close to $800 and owe them almost $7K. I hate to haggle and usually give workers tips at the end of a job. So part of me feels like it's not fair to refuse to pay at least part of the balance. But part of me feels like it's been one disaster after another with nothing but empty promises about fixing things. I need to hire someone else to do the work, since the yard still slopes toward my house for all but the last 3 feet. I need to have two cars repaired. And I'm just disgusted that they lied. What's fair here?