Today’s deck is Tarocchino Al Soldato.
That sounds like a kind of pasta, doesn’t help that on top of it (or right below, rather) it says Bologna. “Al Soldato” turns out to be the printer of the deck, though.
Historically speaking the importance of this deck is then, the fact that it was one of the first to be mass produced and such. But this is a reproduction of that.
…I’m getting deja vu, did I already use this deck? Apparently not, either I used another old deck, this one had a different name, or I researched this deck in the past.
Anyway, today’s reading is just a general “fuck it we ball” directive.
I woke up so tired.
Like, you know the kind of tired where it feels like you just need a few extra minutes of sleep? Kinda like that except stuck unable to properly fall asleep.
I started to ponder what to do so I can feel I did something and stave off the anxieties and I decided to get the company’s Certificate of all Historic Matters. It’s basically a document that certifies a company exists, does this thing, is owned by this person and is located at this address.
I wanted to get one in case one of the banks asked me for it… and also, honestly, it’s just a handy document to have and it expires every 6 months, I should get in the habit of getting a new one by then just in case.
The plans to go out, however were stalled because I got The Runs and had to stay near my toilet.
No pain, no weird sensation, it’s probably just all the walking I’ve done lately doing its thing.
I eventually head out and the process was breezy enough. It helps that I’ve needed that document enough times to remember which buttons to press by sheer muscle memory.
Those official documents are gnarly because they’re printed in this green paper with a pattern that reveals the word “COPY” when you photocopy it.
I come back home and on the way I took the chance to print my Certificate of Residence in a conbini. That’s a different official document and one of the perks of having a My Number card is that you can print it at any conbini’s multicopy machine alongside other official documents.
A bit of grocery shopping later I get back and man my back is killing me, my backpack wasn’t even that heavy and I don’t think it was from the weight of carrying Halloumi and the camera the other day.
Then, dissociating while playing Ball x Pit I feel the slightest of chills run through me and realize something.
Hard to get out of bed, moody intestines, sore back, chills…
Do I have a fever?
Well no, I’m very sensitive to fevers so I’d know by the mere change in my breath’s temperature something was wrong, but maybe it’s the start of one?
I chugged some ibuprofen and gave it a bit, if nothing changed I’d go get a thermometer (can’t remember where mine is).
But something DID change because I started sweating like crazy out of nowhere, meaning I did have a bit of a fever or the start of one at the very least.
There’s not much else to today outside of that, but there IS one point about the whole thing I was talking about yesterday about ARGs and stuff that I feel I can vocalize better.
If I had to explain what the appeal probably entails on a distilled theoretical level, it’s like… like that moment in a mystery or a plot where you go “oooh!”, where you see how X connects to Y, but in this case it’s plots designed to try and string that sort of thing one after another. And that’s not inherently a bad thing but it can result in the mystery equivalent of a Joss Whedon script where they think a sarcastic remark is an acceptable replacement for a joke with setup and payoff.
Dunno man, I’m tired.