2021.09.23 13:43 seniorpoopybutt22 What can I have during a fast?
So I’m going to attempt my first 24 hours fast today and I just want to make sure I’m prepared. I know obviously water is fine and black coffee and plain green tea are okay, but is there anything else I am able to drink that won’t break my fast but will help me to not cave in and eat?
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2021.09.23 13:43 HisfriendFromSch00l What does that mean Martin? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN MARTIN????
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2021.09.23 13:43 Icy_Ad_6066 What was a memory you looked back on and realized you were in danger but didn’t know it at the time?
2021.09.23 13:43 elizabeth_thai72 Did iOS 15 fix call dropping?
2021.09.23 13:43 throwaway8ur8euriwoe Please help!!
Please help. I am a minor and in three hours I am going to the doctor for a physical checkup.
My mom does not support my weight loss journey and watches the scale every time I am at the doctor to be weighed. She brings it up w/ me later and starts an argument if I've lost any weight.
I have chugged water, eaten all food, and am wearing my clothes with heavy platform boots (will they make me take these off?) but I am still 3 pounds less than where I should be.
I can't stuff my bra because I'm having unrelated breast issues and they will need to do a breast exam.
Please help!!! I need to "put on" three pounds in a few hours!!!
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2021.09.23 13:43 isglass [Vario 1918 Trench watch] A must have for a ww1 nerd
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2021.09.23 13:43 Johnnadawearsglasses Benefit of the doubt
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2021.09.23 13:43 Responsible-Bee72 Kamak na ithin ewath rasayi
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2021.09.23 13:43 KRN_official just got my box tattoo done!
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2021.09.23 13:43 Moggyo I watched the recent Courage/Scooby Doo spinoff and a certain scene reminded me of Dynamax...
2021.09.23 13:43 twda41 Are ‘Cherrio Pies’ a thing? - Cherry Black Top, Tealios Bottom, Cream Stem.
I want to make a video on these as they sound sick and different enough from Black Cherry Pies, but not sure if they’ve already been named differently. I don’t wish to offend!
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2021.09.23 13:43 1TyMPink CL - Sip or Spill | CL's First Met Gala @ alexanderwang (210918) [ENG]
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2021.09.23 13:43 StrongbowFFedMe Who would we like best on here for an AMA (ask me anything)?
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2021.09.23 13:43 beardify I Don't Want To Be Alone in the Dark Anymore
I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I landed a job as a teacher of adults. No more helicopter parents, busybody administrators, or cringey Tik Tok trends--I’d be working with people who wanted to improve their lives and get a fresh start. The only catch was that I’d be working in a civic center, not an ordinary school, and the classes would be in the evening.
As he showed me my new classroom, the hiring agent for this new program explained that I’d be the last person to leave the building. Turning off the lights and locking up would be my responsibility. At the time, that seemed like a fair price to pay for the work I’d be doing. I took a look around at the yellowed tile floor, bare brick walls, and dusty fluorescent lights. It needed work, but it felt like a place I could call my own.
The first thing I did was to erase the whiteboard. Written across it in huge, childish letters, I read:
I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE IN THE DARK ANYMORE.
Some sort of prank, I figured, or maybe a leftover from an old lesson. I smirked, erased it, and didn’t give the message much attention.
I spent the next weeks scrambling for materials, setting up my classroom, and troubleshooting the civic center’s outdated technology. I barely had time to look around me, much less notice the eerie solitude of the civic center’s dark hallways. But when my first students came in the door, the knot of nervousness that had built up in my stomach finally unwound and I remembered why I’d taken this job in the first place. The adults in my class were of all ages and backgrounds, but they were all working toward a change. It was meaningful work with interesting people, even better than I’d hoped for.
The only thing I didn’t like about the job was staying late at the civic center. It was a large building and my classroom was on the 5th floor. The blackness outside the windows only emphasized the empty loneliness of the night. You hear even the slightest sounds under conditions like that, and in time you find yourself wondering what might be making them.
I was putting up posters the first time it happened. My students had all gone, and the only light in the entire center spilled out into the corridor from my classroom. There was no reason for anyone else to be in the building.
And yet I heard footsteps.
Climbing down from the desk, I stuck my head out into the hallway. Seeing no one, I chalked it up to overwork...but I found myself looking over my shoulder while I left that night.
A few evenings later, it was back: the unmistakable echo of something walking down the corridor. It was heavier, somehow, like the source of the noise was larger and closer than before. This time, I knew I wasn’t dreaming. With my keys clenched tightly in my fist, I decided I was going to find this intruder.
I went room by room, turning on lights as I searched storage closets, archives, meeting rooms, offices, and craft workshops. Whoever came in must’ve found that everyone was gone and left, I rationalized. But then, why hadn’t I heard any sound from the elevators?
I started leaving with the students after that, turning out the lights behind us as I hustled everyone out the door. It wasn’t always possible, though, and I began dreading the days when I knew I’d be up there by myself.
Our minds have an amazing ability to hide from themselves that which they don’t dare to see or can’t explain. I told myself that it wasn’t footsteps, only some late-night machinery activating. When I began to hear other sounds too--like someone crawling in the empty space between the ceiling tiles and the roof--I told myself that it was rats, or pipes, or anything to avoid facing the truth that was scurrying above my head.
Instead, I locked my classroom door and bolted for the exit as soon as the noises started, although later I couldn’t explain why my heart was pounding and my shirt soaked through with sweat. As if to challenge my skepticism, the occurrences on the 5th floor became stranger and stranger.
Lights, radios, and appliances turned off and on without warning. More than once I found myself running like a panicked animal from the sound of a microwave or the static of a television in a dark room. I got tunnel vision as I barreled down the hallway, the lights going out one by one behind me.
Doors and cabinets flew open or slammed shut without warning, rattling my already frayed nerves. Such things only happened, of course, when I was totally alone.
I was getting spray for the whiteboard in the janitorial closet when the single lightbulb burst and the door slammed shut. I ran for it, knocking over mops and buckets as I went. When I slammed my body against the push-bar I couldn’t be sure if the footsteps I’d heard in that cluttered room were the echoes of my own running feet...or something else, closing in behind me.
Last Thursday, I was driving out of the parking lot when I realized that my house keys were missing. In a huff, I re-opened the outside doors of the center and mashed the elevator button for the 5th floor. I reached my classroom, letting out a sigh of relief when the lights flickered on and I saw my keys glittering on my desk. Snatching them up, I hurried out the door--
The elevator. I felt my throat go dry. No one else should be in the building after hours--and if they were, I didn’t want to confront them alone. I thought of heavy, dragging footsteps..
But there was no movement. Even the emergency staircase was beside the elevators, so whoever it was knew I’d have to pass by eventually. What was the alternative--spend the night in my classroom? I took a deep breath and headed out.
The light of the elevator beckoned, so bright and cheerful it seemed like a trap. As I approached, though, the doors slid shut, leaving me in darkness as the elevator took its slow journey back down to the first floor. I patted my pockets for my phone before I realized with a sinking feeling that I’d left it in the car. Another deep breath, and I tried the push bar of the emergency stairway.
It was jammed shut.
I was mashing the elevator button frantically when I heard something approaching--not from in front, but from behind. The same heavy, plodding steps as before. I turned around, eyes wide, but I could see nothing in the darkness. A putrid smell filled the air. The thing in the dark came closer and closer, until, paralyzed by fear, I felt hot breath on my face--
The elevator doors opened and light flooded into the hallway. I was alone.
I contacted the hiring manager, the custodians, and anyone else I could think of who might be able to explain what I was experiencing, but came up with nothing. There were no urban legends about the place. No murders, disturbed burial grounds, or strange lights in the sky. Just a dull, ordinary government building--where I sometimes had to be alone at night.
A few minutes ago, I told my last two students of the day to meet me by the elevators; I was going to use the restroom, and then we’d all leave together. I took longer than expected, and got engrossed in reading the graffiti in the bathroom stall.
Among the usual insults, phone numbers, and political drivel was a simple message in pencil:
I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE IN THE DARK ANYMORE.
I ran my fingers over it, frowning--and my heart sank as I heard a door open and close. My students must’ve gotten tired of waiting and taken the stairs out. I hurried to finish my business and leave the stall, but barely a second later the lights flickered out. I heard movement in the stall beside me.
It swung open, then those heavy footsteps dragged themselves across the bathroom floor to my own bathroom stall, stopping just in front of it.
That smell. Those hot wheezing breaths.
I can’t get a call out because of the thick walls, and data is spotty, but I think only the light from my phone is keeping whoever or whatever is out there at bay. As soon as this battery dies…
I won’t be alone in the dark anymore.
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2021.09.23 13:43 Owlyver Which Sims game is the best for making machinimas?
I've noticed there are channels with good machinimas like SimgmProductions that use the Sims 2 to film their content and was wondering if it was easier to do difficult animations like jumping off a building and fight scenes in this game than it is in the Sims 4. I've also noticed that Sims 2 machinimas have better lip-syncing. A lot of Sims 4 machinimas look like poorly dubbed movies - if they're voiced at all.
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2021.09.23 13:43 MandyAlicia Suche Herrin DM me bin m
2021.09.23 13:43 swerve408 What molding paste will hold up when you sweat?
Looking for an option that has a high hold but is low weight (hair is on the thinner side), but that can also withstand sweat.
Does such a thing exist??
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2021.09.23 13:43 TheGreatMontezuma Estate agent intending to charge me for damage caused to shoddily installed vinyl floor that I may not have even caused.
Last week I moved into a new rental property that, in the week prior, had new vinyl flooring installed in the kitchen.
After several days I realised the fridge hadn't been running the whole time, nor was the washing machine powering on. Both of these appliances were plugged into an extension lead that was in turn plugged in somewhere under the worktop, behind the washing machine.
Assuming the socket simply wasn't turned on, I moved the washing machine forward about half a foot to access the plug, though then realised there was no switch on the socket and thus it was nonoperational. I left the washing machine where it was and informed the estate agent.
I came home yesterday to find they had sent a maintenance worker around who had fixed the issue and returned the washing machine to its place under the worktop. However, there is now a significant tear in the vinyl flooring under where the washing machine had been pulled out to.
Unsurprisingly this morning I received an email from the estate agent regarding the tear which stated 'Moving a washing machine without using equipment designed to prevent damage isn't something we advise' and that 'if the damage is visible, we will need to address this'.
Now I wasn't home when the worker moved the washing machine, so can't testify as to whether he used any equipment or not, or whether the damage was caused by me moving the washing machine out, or by him returning it.
More to the point however, assuming I was responsible for the damage, isn't it to be reasonably expected that you would be able to move a washing machine 6 inches without it tearing the floor?
I don't know whether or not this is relevant, but the vinyl flooring had been installed incredibly poorly. When we first viewed the property (before the vinyl was installed) the kitchen floor was tiled and in a bad state, with cracks and pieces missing. The vinyl had simply been laid on top of these tiles and as such is, in parts, incredibly uneven and lumpy; in some places it feels flush and glued down, while in others it's raised slightly with air pockets underneath.
Ultimately, my question is - should the landlord / estate agent insist I am responsible for the damage, can I be held financially liable?
My argument, and I don't know if this has any legal bearing, is that it's perfectly reasonable to move a washing machine 6 inches without causing damage, and that if the vinyl had been installed properly and professionally, it wouldn't have torn in the first place.
And finally to add, should the estate agents have not checked the appliances were running in the first place, and then this situation could have been avoided entirely?
Thanks in advance for any help and advice.
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2021.09.23 13:43 imwaytopunny I've been gaming for a very long time and this is the most soul crushing, depressing thing to even happen.
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2021.09.23 13:43 just_for_browse Kosovo PM urges mutual car plate recognition with serbia to ease tension
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2021.09.23 13:43 sneakylilthang Coughing for a week, unsure if breakthrough virus
Background info: 22/F, low/normal BMI, 2nd dose of Pfizer in May. WFH by myself most of the day.
concern: Last Thursday (9/16) I went out to dinner with my boyfriend, then we went home and sat outside to have some drinks and smoke some shisha out of his hookah pipe. We do this once in a blue moon, and I’ve only done this like 4 times before in my life. I’m not a frequent smoker by any means.
Later that night (a few hours after we have finished up & were watching a movie) I started coughing uncontrollably that lasted about 20 minutes, which freaked me out since I thought it was an asthma attack (had very bad asthma as a kid, but got over it as a teen). It went down in severity as I got ready for bed.
However, the cough was still pretty violent and continued like that for the next 3 days, then wasn’t as bad but was still there. I thought the cough was just from smoking this once, but recently I’ve been thinking how I could’ve picked up a common cold (since it was chilly outside at night) or covid. Sometimes the cough is dry, but mostly phlegmy.
Other symptoms: My body temp is usually low (97) but last time I took it this week it was 98.8, which I consider a low grade fever for myself. I honestly can’t tell if my headache, fatigue, or muscle pain could be from covid or not, since I’m recovering from an eating disorder and those things are common for me.
It’s been difficult for me to schedule a PCR test at Walgreens due to my schedule, but I should be able to get in there tomorrow. Essentially I’m posting looking for insight into if this could be covid or just my lungs irritated from smoking or something.
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