Mlb scores last night

Idk what to say here I just feel I need to type this shit out to get out of my head.
I've been up pretty much since Thursday, maybe an hour or two of sleep here or there but yeah. I don't want to be this high anymore. I hate this so fucking much.
I thought I was doing better lately I quit smoking weed for the first time in 10 years, I quit a 5 year kratom habit. I stopped accepting free Adderall and coke from coworkers, and quit the job that allowed me to do all this and pretend I was functioning for the last 4 years.
I felt amazing being sober.. that only lasted like a month or two. I was just so bored in my freetime and had absolutely 0 motivation. I wanted to get high again, and kept having dreams about it. Soo, of course I convinced myself to try getting some pressed addies to satiate the cravings, which I did, and binged on them a few days that month, then couldn't find anymore. They didn't hit like I wanted anyway. So because I don't have any other plugs, and they didn't get me where I wanted, I did a little research, learned PGP and 4 days later here I am, stuck, still high as hell after my last dose almost 30 hour's ago.
I have work first thing in the morning and I don't know how much sleep Ill be getting. Im so fucking stressed out, I already fucked up doing this same shit the night I got my bag, and still didn't ducking learn? And now I have less that 10hours before I have to be there and I'm typing this bullshit for what.
;tldr I fucked up, and apparently I'm an addict I guess.

This post expands on a comment I made in last week's scuffle thread about a multi-decade disagreement about what color the now-defunct Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad (D&RGW) used to paint its steam locomotives and by extension, what color the 491, a now-restored locomotive operating at the Colorado Railroad Museum (CRM), should have been painted during her restoration. Tie a red bandanna around your neck, grab some popcorn, and sit back for a two-for-one hobby history and drama.
First, three short disclosures. One, I am associated with CRM, but I did not participate in the restoration of 491. Second, I have no preference what color 491 should be, I'm just glad she’s running. Third, 491 uses she/her pronouns. That’s not woke, it's historically accurate. Deal with it, you friggin’ lopsided, melting snowflake.
Before we get to the drama, let’s get a bit of context and background. The D&RGW railroad was founded in 1870 and eventually became a part of Union Pacific in the 1990s. D&RGW built and operated routes in the US states of Colorado, Utah, and New Mexico. For a long time, these tracks were among the very few ways to easily travel west of Denver and through the Rocky Mountains. Those corridors were, and still continue to be, foundational parts of the US rail network.
Over time, D&RGW became renowned around the world for operating in some of the most beautiful but technically difficult terrain in North America. The passenger trains themselves became destinations, and the mountainous routes fascinated historians, railroad photographers, and model railroaders. Seriously--just look at this train going up a mountain like a goat. In addition, the railroad was notable for operating an extensive network of "narrow gauge" tracks—the rails were 3' apart instead of the standard 4' 8.5". Without getting too far into the technical weeds, narrow gauge worked better than standard in mountainous terrain.
Another thing that made the D&RGW a darling among railroad enthusiasts is that while they got rid of the steam locomotives on its mainline tracks in late 1940s or early 50s, just like most other railroads did, they kept on chuggin' down the narrow gauge tracks until 1968. To put that in perspective, that's the year the White Album came out, and the year that Planet of the Apes and Night of the Living Dead were released. 1968 was the year before Woodstock and Apollo 11, and only 15 years before the Internet was invented.
1968, in other words, is incredibly recent. It is within the lifespan of some of you reading this post. It should be kept in mind that when we talk about the D&RGW and the 491’s service life, those things, while distant, have not yet faded into history. There are many still-living people who worked on this railroad, operated specific pieces of equipment, and saw it around their communities. There are far more people who had a father, grandfather, uncle, or other relative involved in this industry. We aren’t discussing events in the distant past, and the people who care about this aren’t just hyper-fixated arcane details of history. For many people, the presence of this railroad, and the continued preservation of its remnants, are intensely personal.
Before we move on, let's take a moment to get some additional context on how railroads used color on their equipment. Today, you might notice that most railroads have a set "livery" that they paint on their locomotives. (UP yellow, BNSF orange, CSX blue, ect.) Prior to about 1900, steam locomotives were just as colorful, and were often decorated with elaborate trimmings made of polished metal. This is actually where the idiom "all the bells and whistles" comes from. Most toys, clip art pictures, and children's television programs depict steam locomotives from this era.
However, after about 1900, the appearance of most steam locomotives became far more utilitarian. The Victorian maximalist style had fallen out of favor across the board, especially after the wars, and most railroads in the US accordingly preferred unembellished equipment. Now, their locomotives were most often painted black with minimal amounts of gray, white, or silver trimming.
By about 1900, railroads companies had also noodled out that keeping a brightly colored and decorated locomotive clean enough that it didn't reflect poorly on the company required a lot of labor. Remember, these machines— this is worth harping on both because it's going to be a plot point in a little bit and because modern readers might not fully grasp what “steam power” means—are ON FIRE AT ALL TIMES WHILE OPERATING. A very messy chain of events results from this intrinsic property:
1.Where there’s fire, there’s smoke.

1. Where there’s smoke and exhaust steam going out the same smokestack, there is the creation of a thick, jet-black sludge of train-dirt.
   
2. The smokestack belching train-dirt is attached to a locomotive that is usually moving forward, which means that cancerous inky puke blows back onto any and every part of the locomotive situated behind the smokestack.
   

If anything on the locomotive isn’t painted black, in other words, it will very quickly become black unless it is being cleaned almost daily. Since corporate penny-pinching is always historically accurate, most railroads did the math and realized it was better for their bottom line to paint things the same color as train-dirt than it was to pay people to clean up train-dirt.
There were some exceptions to this preference. Often, railroads painted passenger locomotives to distinguish them from freight locomotives or to fit into the paint scheme used for every piece of equipment on a specific train. Two good extant and operable examples of colorful locomotives are the Southern Pacific 4449 and the Norfolk & Western 611. Other railroads preferred colorful, but very dark shades of paint for at least some of their locomotives. One of those railroads just so happened to be the D&RGW: There's documented evidence that instead of using black, they painted some of their locomotive a shade of dark green. For the curious, it is approximately hex code 1E3D0E.
Speaking of D&RGW, let's jump back to the 1960s and introduce the specific steam locomotive at the center of this drama: D&RGW no. 491. For you nerds—you know who you are—she is a K-37 Class superheated, outside-frame, 2-8-2 Mikado. She and nine other K-37s were built in-house by the D&RGW in 1928. 491 was taken out of revenue service in 1963.
As an aside, it was actually really rare for railroads to build their own steam locomotives. D&RGW decided to do this because of an entirely different historical drama which, though at the time was complex enough to max out the character limits of gossipy telegrams, can with hindsight be briefly summarized as:
Baldwin Locomotive Works: "Fuck you, pay me."
D&RGW: "NO."
Luckily for the K-37s, by the time they were taken out of service, there had emerged a very dedicated coalition of people actively working to preserve steam power in general and Colorado’s unique railroad history specifically. They were resoundingly successful: All but 8 of the 10 K-37 locomotives, and numerous examples of many other classes, were saved. All tolled, there are about 15 former D&RGW steam locomotives in operable condition or being considered for restoration at the Durango & Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad, the Cumbres & Toltec railroad, and the Colorado Railroad Museum. Additionally, most of the heritage railroads in Colorado operate on routes decommissioned by the D&RGW.
Two of the K-37s—the 491 and the 493—have been restored to operating condition. The 491 got her second lease on life at CRM in the early 2000s-2010s, and the Durango & Silverton returned the 493 to service in 2020.
While D&S made some purposeful modifications to 493 to render her more suited to 21st century operation, CRM set out with the goal of restoring 491 as close to historically accurate condition as possible. They were in fact contractually bound to do so, since the museum had applied and received significant funding from the Colorado State Historical Fund, and the terms of that grant required that any change made to the locomotive would have to be backed up by records or photographs preserved from her days in revenue service.
That should be easy, right? We just talked about those revenue days that were very recent, didn't we? Hit the independent brake and the automatic brake and throw on a handbrake just for good measure, because historical accuracy can be VERY tricky for railroad preservation.
Given that, the revenue service life of most pieces of equipment was, on average, about 40 years, many have been overhauled or significantly modified while in service. Others have been subjected to "Red Green this thing out of my shop and get it back on the mainline" types of repairs that, while technically accurate to the period, were not the typical or best practice and are inappropriate in a preservation setting.
There are, in other words, sometimes multiple and equally well documented versions of “historically accurate,” and it becomes a matter of opinion as to which one is best to recreate. Because of the very powerful personal connections to the equipment we discussed earlier, those opinions are often VERY passionate. It's at this point where we FINALLY where we get to the meat of this drama, because the restoration of the 491 put one specific question in the crossfires of that passion:
What color did the D&RGW paint the 491 and, more importantly, what color should CRM paint her?
Most people assumed that since the 491 showed up at the museum painted almost all black and silver, she would be painted the same way during her restoration. However, given that she had been in service for 35 years, it was possible that she had been repainted at least once or twice. In fact, for a long time, and I mean longer that the internet has even been around long, there has been a dogged faction of people who that believed the 491 operated at least some of her revenue service with her boiler jacket(a thin, metal sheet that holds insulation against the boiler and protects the boiler itself from the elements) painted dark green. As evidence, they pointed to old shop records, a few eyewitness testimonies, and cans of paint found in various facilities. This faction made it known that they wished the 491 to be painted green, and those who preferred black or thought black was better documented raised their objections.
It should have been easy to figure out which color was 'correct,' right? Didn’t you say there are records? There are, but the catch is that while those records amount to a pretty good body of evidence that the D&RGW used green paint at some point, on some of its locomotives, they don't provide a comprehensive record of exactly which locomotives were painted what color at what time. There’s nothing substantive that the 491 herself was painted green.
The next best bet, you'd think, would be to look at photographs. Unfortunately, this isn't reliable. Most of the revenue service photographs of the 491 and her sisters are in black and white, and it is difficult to conclusively determine which colors are being depicted, especially when they are very similar like black and the shade of green in question. Team Green indicated that some pictures render the boiler jacket in slightly lighter shades of gray, meaning it must be a different color, and Team Black counters that the difference might be due to shadows or that paint being more glossy than what was used on other components. Besides, they say, if 491 had been painted green, wouldn't more people REMEMBER her that way? Team Green has a hand answer for that, too: The K-37s simply spent most of their service lives too dirty for the green paint to be seen. That sounds like a stupid ass-pull of an answer, but until we cleaned her up a few weeks ago, I genuinely forgot that 491 was (spoiler alert) painted green.
For YEARS, this was such a hot debate that it probably could have raised 491 up to operating pressure. Some of the source threads I’ve linked to are from the early 2000s—note that many of them mention discussing this issue in the 80s and 90s—and this debate was brought up in pre-internet railfan publications and correspondences. It came to a head when, in the process of the restoration, staff at CRM found flecks of green paint while inspecting and cleaning 491 for restoration. The samples were collected, compared against known samples, and shown to people who were familiar with 491 and other D&RGW locomotives while in service. This exhaustive, almost forensic investigation proved that the 491 had, in fact, been painted green, so proponents of a black boiler jacket revised their position in the face of new evidence.
Just kidding of course.
While there was no question that CRM's restoration of 491 was very well done, there was, and is, a lot of grousing about whether those paint flecks were enough to prove that she was ever painted green. Some say that they were not present in great enough quantities to prove definitively that the paint came from the 491 or to determine exactly what parts of the locomotive had been painted that color.
Others point out that while the 491 and her sisters were built by the D&RGW, the railroad used boilers that had been assembled by Baldwin Locomotive Works earlier than 1928. Unless their customers requested otherwise, Baldwin painted the locomotives and parts it produced green as a default. The presence of the flakes, this opinion states, is only proof that the boiler was painted green at some point, not that it was painted green while it was part of 491.
The complicating factor is that Baldwin appears to have been very inconsistent with how they mixed up their “Baldwin Green:” Sometimes it was a very dark emerald. Other times, as with some paint on the tender 100% established to be Baldwin Green, it is an almost tan shade of olive green. Since we don’t have extant representations of all of those variations, the counterargument goes, we can’t definitively rule out that the boiler jacket samples came from Baldwin.
The most vehement of the anti-green coalition imagined a full-tilt, “Red Alert, folks, Andi in Kansas, you're on the air” level conspiracy about where the paint chips actually came from. They propose that they might have been, *ahem,* conveniently put there by someone who definitely wasn’t a D&RGW employee and who most certainly was not working on the 491 between 1928 and 1963. I don’t want to say much on this, because these folks just won’t be convinced, but that opinion is out there.
Who was convinced that the chips were good evidence, though, was the State Historical Fund, which approved changing the color of 491's boiler jacket to green. That’s how she is to this very day. There’s still some grousing that the she should have been painted black, and the broader debate about exactly which members of the D&RGW fleet was painted green is still a point of contention among narrow gauge railroad enthusiasts. I want to stress again that even though this drama might seem overwrought, most of it comes from a heartfelt dedication to preserving things “correctly,” and very personal reasons to prefer a certain version of “correct.”
I’m going to end this post, though, by saying this: It doesn't really matter what color the 491 actually is, because we also strive for historical accuracy in how often we wipe her down.
Finally, if you ever get a chance to visit the museums or heritage railroads mentioned here or others that weren't relevant, please by all means do so! There are many people working as hard as they can to keep this history alive, and we can always use your support and patronage.
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I started Vibryyd about two weeks ago and for the past four days I’ve been having really bad heart arrhythmias. They’re worse at night. I thought maybe I was needing to up my dose more quickly but the more I take, it seems the weird heart beats get worse. I also started NuvaRing birth control about the same time. From what I’ve researched, Vibryyd is more likely the cause of the problem. But I hate to stop it because it’s really made me emotionally feel great. I’m on the 20 mg now. 10 mg last week. Afraid to start 30 mg. Has anyone else had weird heart-related side effects?

I have recently had my interest in lucid dreaming re-ignited after a very long break.
I have been doing regular reality checks while becoming aware and mindful, writing every dream I remember in a dream journal and have been practicing WBTB WILD with FILD as my anchor.
I wake up around five hours into sleep. I write my dream I was just having in my journal and stay up for about 15 minutes. I use FILD to remain conscious.
Last week I got to the point where hypnagogic hallucinations began. I felt my arms become cold, numb and began vibrating. I felt vibrations in my chest and saw bright flashes of light behind my eyes.
Unfortunately I got excited and it just stopped. I lay there for a long while trying to get back to it with no success, so I rolled over and went to sleep. I ended up having a random DILD that night.
Last night I did the same thing. I felt the hypnagogic hallucinations and then nothing. I tried to imagine myself getting out of bed and walking around my room touching, hearing, feeling and seeing things. I was just laying there with parts of my body feeling weird and numb.
Any advice on how to push past this barrier or do I just need more practice?

In this post as the title states, I'll be recapping and giving my analysis on what I noticed with the Dallas Wing's 3rd game today which was against the Chicago Sky.
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Part #1 - Offense:
Arike Ogunbowale: Arike single handedly lost the came for the Wings today. If we take a look at her stats, she scored 27 points which was a team high, got 5 rebounds, 3 assists, and 2 steals. However, these stats greatly inflate her performance on the court today. Arike scored 27 points on 25 shot attempts, went 9 - 25 (36%) from the field, and 4 - 12 (33.33%) from beyond the arc. This was a very inefficient performance from the Wings' leading scorer. I know Arike has never really been known to be an efficient shooter and that she's known for being a volume shooter but this game was just another level of inefficient. She was taking the worst shot opportunities starting from the get go in the 1st quarter, which was a foreshadowing of things to come. Pretty much every time that she got the ball, Arike was chucking it up. It didn't matter to her whether there were 3 defenders in the paint waiting for her to come in or whether there was a defender draped over her while taking a jumper. Don't get me wrong, Arike is a fantastic offensive player but her inefficiency and unwillingness to take better looking shots is what's dragging her down as well as her team and it was very evident from this game. There were multiple shots which she took this game were I honestly if I was the head coach, I would have pulled her from the game. One example off the top of my head was about mid to late 4th quarter when the Sky were only up by around 5 to 7 points. Arike brings the ball up the court, gets a screen from Sabally and while the defenders switch and are still near Arike, she ends up taking a one legged contested three and missing everything but backboard. There were many other examples such as rushing transition shots just to get to shot of and taking heavily contested jumpers. I've mentioned before in some of my previous Wings' game analysis posts that Arike just seems to have a constant itch to shoot the ball. Furthermore when she either misses or doesn't get the opportunity to shoot the ball, she gets very upset, which brings me to my next point about her mental game. Arike's mental game is weak. If things aren't going her way or her shots aren't falling, she fails to ever stop and think why that's so. Instead, she'd rather continue taking bad looking shots, which leads to her getting mad at herself and the cycle starts all over again. Honestly, I'm fine with Arike taking 20 - 30 shots per game if she wants to since I know her offensive capabilities. My only thing I wished she'd do if she's taking that many shots per game is to take good looking shots and not force shots just because she can. Furthermore, I wished she also realized when enough is enough. If her shots aren't falling, either stop taking shots for a little, recompose, and shoot again or pass to your teammates. Compared to last game, Arike was a downgrade for the Wings and you'd only know by watching the game since, as mentioned before, her box stats inflate how good she may have looked this game. Overall, she was the primary reason the Wings lost today and I just hope down the stretch that she wakes up and uses her team to its full potential than thinking that she's the only person on the team and that she should do it all by herself.
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Satou Sabally: Sabally was most definitely the MVP of the Wings today. She had the best game overall in terms of both offense and defense. She ended the game with 24 points on 9-16 shooting (56.25%) and had 8 rebounds. Unlike Arike, Sabally has a great well-rounded offense. She can take the three when necessary and hit the mid rangers jumpers efficiently. Furthermore, she is great in taking the ball into the paint and getting an easy bucket with her footwork and size. On the defensive end, Sabally also did quite nice. While she didn't really have the stats to back it up, she always provided great pressure against whoever she was defending and secured the defensive rebounds for the team when Natasha Howard was occupied. The offense should run through Sabally more often as she has great IQ in terms of what to do with the ball when it gets in her hands.
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Natasha Howard: Howard did decent this game, ending with 14 points on 6-16 (37.5%). Her efficiency, like Arike, wasn't the best but atleast her shot quality was much better than that of Arike's. Furthermore as I've mentioned in my previous 2 Wings' game analysis posts, Howard is being limited in her production as she is using her energy to play high energy roles both on the offense and defense. In a general WNBA, most shots come from within the paint. Therefore for Howard, she's in charge of both guarding the paint and preventing shots from making in that range as well as offensively taking shots in the paint to score. She doesn't really have much other help defensive wise in the paint asides from Sabally sometimes so Howard gets tired easily as she's constantly playing high-level offense and high-level defense. Teaira McCowan still being out is a big blow to the Wings but most importantly to Howard as she is the sole person being relied to do work in the paint for both offense and defense. I definitely think once McCowan comes back that Howard's offense will take a rise as she doesn't have to put that much energy and focus on the defense as McCowans can help her out then. The only issue is however that McCowans hasn't played in the past two games and is expected to miss the month of June to play overseas. If that still pans out, then Howard is going to be in for a very rough month.
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Rest Of The Team: I thought the rest of the team offensively did just ok. Dangerfield stepped up this game as well and provided 11 points on 4-8 (50%) from the field. Besides her and the starters however, nobody else scored more than a few buckets here and there. Burton did poor today offensively going 0-5 (0%) from the field and having only 2 points, both of which were from free throws. Then again to be fair, the bench really didn't play many meaningful minutes and Arike was chucking shots so there wasn't really many opportunities to shoot for everyone else. The one thing that I did like was that Maddy Siegriest got a little more playing time today. She score 6 points on 2-2 (100%) from beyond the arc in only 7 minutes. She's definitely a dangerous scorer when she gets the minutes so I'm curious to be seeing how that goes on throughout the season. I thought Siegrist should have been the #1 overall pick in this year's rookie draft going into the draft so I do think the Wings got a steal with her at #3. As she gets more minutes and develops more, I could definitely see her becoming a reliable scoring option off the bench for the Wings.
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Part #2 - Defense:
Natasha Howard: Once again, I thought Howard did decent on defense. She was getting outplayed a bit against Elizabeth Williams as she was able to use her height and size to her advantage against Howard in the paint. Howard ended up with 2 blocks and 1 steal in the game. As mentioned previously however, we won't be able to see the full capabilities of Natasha Howard until Teaira McCowans is back in the starting lineup. Howard has to conserve her energy as she's expected to play a primary role in both the team's offense and defense with very little help on the defensive end in the paint with McCowans not there. Especially in this game, Howard looked very tired and the Sky were able to capitalize on this in the second half as they pounded away in the paint on the offense.
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Rest Of The Team: I thought the team did alright once again. The Wings' defense was able to lock up Courtney Williams for most of the game which was good. Furthermore, I loved how the defense kept moving around and switching on plays. There were moments in the game where the Wings got help defense in the paint and left an open person for the Sky. As the ball moved around to that open person, the Wings' players all shifted over to the open player until the defense was set up back to normal again. This was a good sign because it felt that the team was playing defense together rather than individual players playing defense at times. Furthermore after allowing Mabrey to go off from beyond the arc in the first quarter, the Wings' perimeter defense tightened up very nice in the second half which is a good sign as well. Help for Howard in the paint is the main issue for the Wings defense so hopefully someone can step up in that regard.
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Dallas Wing's Defensive Shot Breakdown: I've mentioned this in a couple of posts but I've noticed a pattern in the WNBA which I call the 50-30-20 rule. Essentially, this means that 50% of all shots taken and points scored by a team are in the paint, 30% of all shots taken and points scored by a team are in the mid-range, and 20% of all shots taken and points scored by a team are from behind the arc. Therefore, I'll be listing how the Dallas Wings' defense affected from where the Storm were forced to take their shots and score their points from just like in my previous game analysis.
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Paint: 20 - 39 - 52% of all shots taken and 54.05% of all points scored (not with free throws)
Mid Range: 8 - 17 - 22.66% of all shots taken and 21.62% of all points scored (not with free throws)
3 Point: 6 - 19 - 25.33% of all shots taken and 24.32% of all points scored (not with free throws)
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By looking at these breakdowns, we can see tat the Wings' defense wasn't all that great. They managed to allow the Sky to reach the 50-30-20 goals for nearly all the zones, especially the paint zone. There was a slight difference in the mid range and beyond the arc as the Wings forced the Sky to take a little more shots from beyond the arc than mid range shots. However, that's wasn't really that big of a difference. Allowing 52% of all shots taken and 54.05% of all points scored (aside from free throws) in the paint was the biggest downside of the Wings' defense, even if it was a small percent change. Whenever these percents go higher than 50% for the area inside the zone, the defense has for the most part lost. Paint defense is always the most important defensive zone to be taken care of. In this game however, the Sky were able to do better and take advantage of the Wings defense in the paint, leading to the win for them.
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Final Recap: Overall, the Wings played just average today. I know there's a lot more potential for this team and it just depends on whether they can make the necessary adjustments and changes. The Sky was also the first "good team" I'd say that the Wings played so far this season so this was a good indication to see how the future games look for the Wings as a whole. The most important takeaways from this game in my opinion are that Arike needs to be much smarter when the ball is in her hands and the Wings need to figure out some help for Howard on the defensive end while Teaira McCowan is injured. The Wings didn't get blown out this game and only lost by 6 points, which is two possessions. Maybe if a couple of Arike's chucked shots were thought through better, the outcome could have been different but we'll never know. After today's loss to the Sky, the Wings are now 2-1 in the season. They play the Minnesota Lynx in two days so hopefully changes can be made accordingly.

My doctor helped me to slowly get up to 300mg - last night - over the course of 2 months. The main goal for me is to improve sleep, not pain reduction. Side effects: I feel "weird", but not woozy during the day, headachy, and I slip into mild depression at times. I have to watch out for increased appetite, but herbal teas and sunflower seeds keep my eating in check once I'm aware. I can't be sure how much of what I feel can be blamed on the med, and I really want to find something that works! Amitriptyline did not work. We may consider a different antidepressant, but probably not at doses to treat depression, just for the other benefits.
Question #1 How long is a reasonable trial now that I've gotten to the full dosage (taken in one dose around 8pm)? I am thinking maybe 2 months, but maybe less.
Question #2 Is there a chance I might feel less weird in my head if I removed a little from the evening and took it in the morning? Put another way, could I be feeling weird because of a minor withdrawal?

I’m 5’0, 160 pounds, 26F. Last night, I took 3 hits of a joint. I just did an at home test and it yielded positive for THC. I was a heavy chronic user but I stopped about a year ago, last night was the first time in 10 months. I’m pretty sure I have a slow metabolism, my BMI isn’t good obviously, and only 3 hits causing a positive result scares me. Does anyone know how long it’ll take for me to test below 50ng/ml? It hasn’t been 24 hours yet, but i smoked such a small amount and I feel the odds are against me. I get tested randomly so I can be called in to test as soon as 2 days from now. Any feedback helps, but I can’t do things like vitamin B, creatine, etc.. Quest labs tests for adulterants. I’m very confused as to how just 3 hits from a joint made me positive for over 50ng/ml.

I played through about an hour of stormland (fresh start) last night. When i booted it up today I was back at the beginning as if I didn't play before. Does anyone have any experience with this? Does this game not have autosave?

Dom here.. I fucked my sub for hours. We are both women. I wear a strap. Last night I am relaxing watching her suck on the strap. I’m laying on my back taking a break. She’s expected to still work while I relax. Watching this turned me on. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face hard which of course turned us both on and I left my break and went back to destroying her from behind. I access all areas of her body. Face fucking wasn’t new. But I am looking for fresh ideas. The last two things we both really enjoyed was what I just described and I bent her over my bathroom vanity. I fucked her for a while then I stuck a dildo on the mirror to suck on as I was already banging her head up there in the mirror anyway. What other experiences can you share? Keep in mind two females.

I've been seeing this wonderful person for a little over two months, and it's going great so far.
However, I do have one irk. She has a friend (let's called him Barry), who admitted last year in 2022 that he was in love with her. The context is that they've been childhood friends, both coming from overseas to live in Australia at different points in their lives as well as others in their friend group. Barry lives in the city, whereas she lives in a rural area about ,3 hours drive away. For context, I also live about 1.5 hours drive from her (very common in Australia).
The person I'm dating was previously in a 5 year relationship up until 2021, by which she has been single since. Since then, Barry has confessed to her that he was in love with her last year, to which she said she didn't see him that way, and I trust her on that.
Barry is also apparently currently in a long distance relationship that is quite rocky. The last time the woman I'm dating was in the city, her as well as other friends including Barry, went to a night club, where Barry was apparently fighting with his partner on the phone quite a lot.
However, even just in the recent two months, he surprised her by coming to her unit at midnight on the night of her birthday early this month (he did okay it with her housemate first) and stayed the night, in the spare room, leaving in the morning once she had gone to work. That is 6 hours drive, mostly in pitch black, dangerous kangaroo roads for one short night.
The second thing to happen is just last week, my partner was in a minor car crash where her car was badly damaged and in need of repairs, and Barry has made the decision to drive all the way to her, pick up her car, and take it back to the city to get it repaired for her, and then return it.
Am I being overdramatic in being uncomfortable with this stuff?
Personally, if I were Barry's girlfriend, and I knew he was doing this stuff for a 'friend' that he recently confessed his love for, I'd drop his ass so fast.
I should clarify that they see each other relatively regularly whenever she is in the city, and are in fairly frequent contact. Especially since they have the same group of friends.

Dear Blake, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I’ve been with you here before, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, holding mom’s bottle of Ambian, and shaking, hesitating…just…just waiting to commit. You’re sad. I know it. Downright despaired! Nobody cares about you enough to notice anything’s wrong. They’re too busy with their own lives to give yours any credence. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice you were gone until you started to stink up the place. That’s why you’re in the bathroom. They have to go in there. They have to notice it’s locked. Eventually, they’ll get fed up with knocking and just bust it down, and right when they’re ready to deliver the lecture, BAM! There you are. Then they’ll know. No, that’s not it…You’re angry, filled from toes to nose to crown with boiling rage. How dare they treat you the way they do! You aren’t trying to be the center of the world, you don’t even care for attention all that much, but you’d at least like the option. Why don’t they drop in and ask if you want to do something or go somewhere. Sure, you usually say no, but what teenager doesn’t? It would be nice if they at least bothered to try. That’s what they’re supposed to do – try! But, no. The only time they talk to you is when you get a bad grade or they need to “correct” some stupid faux pas you made so they don’t look like complete idiots. No…that doesn’t seem right, either. You don’t know how you’re feeling, do you, Blake? That’s the problem. If you did, you might be able to follow through and take the pills. It’s not weakness, it’s confusion. If you’re going to commit to something so momentous, you may as well know why. I know why, Blake. I know exactly why, and I want to help you. You’re depressed, you just don’t know it, and you wouldn’t want to admit it if you did. That’s okay. Tell me if this sounds familiar: you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired, and scared, all at the same time. And with it all, you don’t have the energy, much less the desire, to go anywhere, to break out of your bubble and interact in any meaningful way. You don’t feel like you’re worthy of it. How could you be? I’m in your head, Blake. You see your peers living it up and just owning who they are. Look at Brianna. She’s not the valedictorian, but she’s smart enough to be. She just knows there’s no reason. She dances, does community service, has a job, and tons of friends. With a resume like that, and the test scores she humble brags about, what school wouldn’t want her? And now look at you, a sniveling baby, sitting on a toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. But all right, it’s okay. Intelligence isn’t everything. You don’t need to be as driven as Brianna. You’d take being Jad. He’s so effortlessly good at the drums, and he’s just so confident in himself. The girls swoon over him, right? It’s a little weird, because, honestly, you don’t think that he’s all that good-looking. At the very least, he can’t be that much more attractive than you, can he? Yet, somehow, he always seems to be flanked by a bunch of thirsty girls while you awkwardly try to talk through messaging apps. They probably laugh at that, the girls. They laugh at your meek attempts to get their attention. You’d feel bad if they talked about you like that, but the sad truth is, not only do they not talk about you, they probably don’t even know who you are. It’s like all the shows and movies about the geeky loner who has greatness thrust upon him and all his fortunes turn around, except you are just utterly unremarkable as you sit on the toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. I know how you feel, Blake. I’ve thought these thoughts. I’ve been in the same cloud you have many times. That confusion, that hopelessness is overwhelming. Listen to me: there’s nothing wrong with you. These feelings, they’re not what you should be feeling, not what you deserve to feel, but they are normal, and they will pass. Take a deep breath, count to five, put the lid back on, put the bottle in the cabinet, and get out of that bathroom. I know it’s hard to believe, but high school will end, and with it all the drama and angst that goes with being a teenager. College will come and go even faster, and before long you’ll be out of the competition and into your own. Believe me, I know every adult you’ve ever met has told you the same thing. I know it’s hard for you to think that far ahead. I mean, if you want to get mathematical about it, I’ve lived through five years about seven times and you’ve lived through five years only three times. It’s a weird comparison, but think about what that means. Compared to me and other adults, time has to feel so long for you. Ten minutes for you is like five minutes for me…maybe that’s not true, but I think the spirit of it is close enough. The point is, no matter how bad you feel now, those feelings will go away with time. They’ll come back, but they aren’t the norm, and they aren’t your Fate. Somebody told me something once, I can’t remember who. Maybe I just heard it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. I’d like to share it with you, because I believe it. We are the sum of our choices. This, taking these pills, is a big choice, Blake. It’s more consequential than any other decision you’ve ever made. More importantly, Blake, once you make it, that’s it – you can’t undo it. We may make mistakes, and some of those mistakes will be really, really bad, but until we draw our last breaths, we have the chance to shift the balance of our decisions toward something we can take pride in. We can’t erase the mistakes, but we can do our best to own up to them, to seek redemption, and to help ourselves avoid making them again. Not with this, though. Worse, no matter what other good we’ve done in our lives, regardless of how we’re remembered, there’ll always be that horrible asterisk that outshines everything else. When people think our names, they’ll automatically think of the word – suicide. I won’t patronize and ask you if that’s really what you want, I know it’s not. It has to be said, though. It has to be said, Blake. But I know how this story ends, and I’m proud of you for it. More than that, I’m grateful. Choose differently now, and not only do you remove yourself, but you erase me, this letter, and everything else I love. It’s because of you that I’m here now, Blake. And, without going too deep into it, let me just say that all these things I’ve told you here, you’ll come to appreciate. You’re going to be okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay. It starts with making the right choice now, the healthy choice. Do yourself a favor, Blake. Put the cap back on, put the pills in the cabinet, get out of that bathroom, and go talk to someone. Talk to Mom. Talk to Dad. Talk to Jim. You don’t have to tell them, just talk to them. Remind yourself that there are people who love you. Remind yourself that the mean, evil thoughts in your head are your own insecurities trying to rile you up. Remind yourself that the stupid things people say to you in class or in the hallway are just dumb teenage drama, kids trying to get attention by being as wild, rebellious, and ridiculous as they can be. It’ll pass. You’ll learn to recognize those thoughts for what they are, to use them as motivation to be better. You’ll see those same bullies become kind and compassionate because they have children, and they recognize that there are people out there who act like they acted and they don’t want to see their child be treated the way they treated you. All the while, the people you love will still be there, same as ever, because they need you like you need them. Most importantly, nothing is forever, Blake, the bad or the good. Make the most with what you have. Ride out the bad because you know it will end. Appreciate the good because you never know how long it will last. Most of all, love yourself Blake. Put the cap on, put the pills away, and get out of that bathroom. Don’t lose sight of your hope for the future for traumas in your past. It’s easier said than done, I know, but, trust me, it’s worth the effort. I love you, Blake, and I’m grateful for you and all you do. Take care, buddy. Love, Blake

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So friday night I bought a ticket to the super mario movie and then walked into a showing of the little mermaid. It was hot garbage. The first third of the movie is the worst. It's literally dark and gloomy. The characters are either reenacting the witty banter from the scenes in the animated movie with no emotion or spouting new cringe inducing dialog pulled right from a gender studies graduate's thesis. The best part of the opening act is where the crew of prince Eric's ship is singing a sea shanty.
They butcher part of your world by changing the lyrics to be more girl powery. They did however knock ot out of the park with under the sea. They actually used the computer animation to make an animated scene. The music slapped, the guy voicing sabastion sounded like he was the time of his life and it transfered to the audience. If only the little merperson of color hadn't chimed in occasional it would have been perfect. She was not bringing the same energy as sabastion.
I was looking forward to the part of the movie where Ariel couldn't talk. But after trading her voice and arriving on land she had 2 new songs sung by her inernal monolog. And those songs were hot garbage. And the worst part about that is hally baily actually did pretty good conveying emotion and intent without speaking. They did a servicable job with kiss the girl.
The new side characters stole the show for the on land segments. They subtlety plan and manipulate under the prince's nose, and have original cheeky/witty banter that they deviver perfectly. After a solid 7 minutes of competent film making they have the climax of the film where Arial stears the ship into Ursula instead of Eric because shes a strong independent merperson of color who don't need no man.
Then there are 3 diffrent endings because this movie is an hour longer than the original. The first ending is actually great. Ariel goes back to the ocean and Eric stays on land. Eric and Arier both have dialog about how foolish they were being. It was actually close to the ending of the Hans Christian Anderson novel. Then triton sprinkles some glitter on Ariel and and she gets legs and we get the second ending. An extended wedding scene, on land, with Eric's mother gushing about how happy she is to have a progressive open minded son who is willing to marry a merperson of colol, and how wrong she was to tell him not to fool with merpeople of any color. Then the last and worst ending occurs as eric and Ariel are rowing out to a ship as they are about to go on tour as funkyfish and the Ivory keys band. King Triton intercepts them and gives a humiliating apology about for how old and stupid he was, and thanked his daughter profusely for showing him the error of his old patriarchal ways.

https://thewest.com.au/sport/fremantle-dockers/craig-odonoghue-walyalups-jye-amiss-is-worth-weight-in-gold-thanks-to-set-shot-goalkicking-accuracy-c-10795249
The footy world needs to start talking about the magnificence of Jye Amiss’ set shot goalkicking.
The Walyalup (Fremantle) forward is the beacon of hope amid an industry which is struggling to seize opportunities in front of the big sticks.
Time and time again we are watching players missing set shots. Yet Amiss has now kicked a goal from 10 of his last 11 set shots.
It’s an extraordinary figure which belies what we are seeing elsewhere. If you’re a Dockers midfielder streaming through the centre of the ground, it must be an amazing feeling to know that your key forward is so reliable once he has the ball in his hands.
Make no mistake, Walyalup’s seven-point win over Narrm on Saturday was achieved through accuracy from their set shots.
The Dockers had 11 set shots for the day and kicked nine goals. Melbourne had 14 and booted five. The Demons’ tally included shots that failed to even score.
The contrast was clear late in the match. Kossie Pickett missed with 7:20 remaining and 10 points the difference. Three minutes later, Jacob van Rooyen also missed to reduce the deficit to nine points. And with 65 seconds left, Angus Brayshaw also missed a set shot opportunity.
When the Dockers had chances in front of goal, they made the moment count.
Amiss was recruited with everyone knowing that he was an accurate kick. He booted 65.22 while playing colts footy for East Perth.
But it’s one thing to be accurate on a Saturday morning when playing with your mates, it’s another to stand up under the pressure of AFL with thousands of people at the ground.
HIs technique is unique. Amiss is slow and steady with his momentum only building late in his approach. It’s a repeatable action and one he is clearly confident in.
Amiss is a teenager in his second season. He’s played 13 games. Players with more experience would love to be kicking like him.
On Friday night, Carlton had 10 set shots and kicked only three goals from them.
West Coast had 11 set shots on Saturday night for four majors. The Western Bulldogs sprayed three of their set shots so badly against Gold Coast that they didn’t even score.
On Sunday, Ken Hinkley must have been going crazy watching his team dominating the final quarter against Richmond and being unable put them away. Darcy Byrne-Jones missed a set shot with 14 minutes left and then didn’t even want to take the next opportunity he got moments later.
Lachie Jones then missed with eight minutes remaining and instead of the Power having a match winning lead, they were in front by only 11 points after kicking 8.17.
I’ll repeat. Amiss has nailed 10 of his last 11 set shots.
Imagine being a defender playing on him. There’s enormous pressure knowing that if he takes a mark, the ball will almost certainly be sailing through for a goal.
Clubs spend days analysing games looking for any type of edge on the opposition. Recruiters endure cold, wintry days trying to find talent. Players put their bodies on the line trying to get the ball forward. It’s soul destroying when opportunities are missed.
Athletes around the world struggle when the game stops and everyone focuses on them.
Whether it’s serving in tennis, a free throw in basketball or pulling out the driver in golf, executing skills in a controlled environment somehow seems harder that doing it under pressure. The mind plays tricks, and when one player misses, suddenly the pressure builds on everyone else.
We’ve seen it happen on massive stages. West Coast kicked 8.13 in the 2015 grand final. But Dom Sheed became a hero with a set shot goal which will live on forever in 2018.
The Dockers booted 8.14 in their 2013 grand final loss. Hawthorn lost in 2012 after kicking 11.15 to Sydney’s 14.7.
St Kilda fans remember their 9.14 in the 2009 grand final, while Geelong fans will never forget Cam Mooney missing a set shot on the half-time siren on grand final day in 2008. That was a massive moment.
Which brings us back to Amiss. He’s a kid, but he’s the future. Key forwards who kick goals earn a hell of a lot of money throughout their careers. Key forwards who take marks and then miss their chances earn plenty too, and constantly leave their fans immensely frustrated.
We celebrate a lot of things in footy. The high mark is awesome. The courage to keep your eyes on the ball is amazing. Dribbling goals from the pocket makes your head spin.
But the reliability of lining up for goal with a set shot and sending the ball directly over the umpire’s head time and time again, is the thing that truly matters. Amiss doesn’t miss and that makes him an incredibly valuable commodity.

Dear Blake, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. I’ve been with you here before, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, holding mom’s bottle of Ambian, and shaking, hesitating…just…just waiting to commit. You’re sad. I know it. Downright despaired! Nobody cares about you enough to notice anything’s wrong. They’re too busy with their own lives to give yours any credence. Honestly, they probably wouldn’t notice you were gone until you started to stink up the place. That’s why you’re in the bathroom. They have to go in there. They have to notice it’s locked. Eventually, they’ll get fed up with knocking and just bust it down, and right when they’re ready to deliver the lecture, BAM! There you are. Then they’ll know. No, that’s not it…You’re angry, filled from toes to nose to crown with boiling rage. How dare they treat you the way they do! You aren’t trying to be the center of the world, you don’t even care for attention all that much, but you’d at least like the option. Why don’t they drop in and ask if you want to do something or go somewhere. Sure, you usually say no, but what teenager doesn’t? It would be nice if they at least bothered to try. That’s what they’re supposed to do – try! But, no. The only time they talk to you is when you get a bad grade or they need to “correct” some stupid faux pas you made so they don’t look like complete idiots. No…that doesn’t seem right, either. You don’t know how you’re feeling, do you, Blake? That’s the problem. If you did, you might be able to follow through and take the pills. It’s not weakness, it’s confusion. If you’re going to commit to something so momentous, you may as well know why. I know why, Blake. I know exactly why, and I want to help you. You’re depressed, you just don’t know it, and you wouldn’t want to admit it if you did. That’s okay. Tell me if this sounds familiar: you’re hungry, angry, lonely, tired, and scared, all at the same time. And with it all, you don’t have the energy, much less the desire, to go anywhere, to break out of your bubble and interact in any meaningful way. You don’t feel like you’re worthy of it. How could you be? I’m in your head, Blake. You see your peers living it up and just owning who they are. Look at Brianna. She’s not the valedictorian, but she’s smart enough to be. She just knows there’s no reason. She dances, does community service, has a job, and tons of friends. With a resume like that, and the test scores she humble brags about, what school wouldn’t want her? And now look at you, a sniveling baby, sitting on a toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. But all right, it’s okay. Intelligence isn’t everything. You don’t need to be as driven as Brianna. You’d take being Jad. He’s so effortlessly good at the drums, and he’s just so confident in himself. The girls swoon over him, right? It’s a little weird, because, honestly, you don’t think that he’s all that good-looking. At the very least, he can’t be that much more attractive than you, can he? Yet, somehow, he always seems to be flanked by a bunch of thirsty girls while you awkwardly try to talk through messaging apps. They probably laugh at that, the girls. They laugh at your meek attempts to get their attention. You’d feel bad if they talked about you like that, but the sad truth is, not only do they not talk about you, they probably don’t even know who you are. It’s like all the shows and movies about the geeky loner who has greatness thrust upon him and all his fortunes turn around, except you are just utterly unremarkable as you sit on the toilet, trying not to cry too loud while you shake and hold onto Mommy’s sleeping pills. I know how you feel, Blake. I’ve thought these thoughts. I’ve been in the same cloud you have many times. That confusion, that hopelessness is overwhelming. Listen to me: there’s nothing wrong with you. These feelings, they’re not what you should be feeling, not what you deserve to feel, but they are normal, and they will pass. Take a deep breath, count to five, put the lid back on, put the bottle in the cabinet, and get out of that bathroom. I know it’s hard to believe, but high school will end, and with it all the drama and angst that goes with being a teenager. College will come and go even faster, and before long you’ll be out of the competition and into your own. Believe me, I know every adult you’ve ever met has told you the same thing. I know it’s hard for you to think that far ahead. I mean, if you want to get mathematical about it, I’ve lived through five years about seven times and you’ve lived through five years only three times. It’s a weird comparison, but think about what that means. Compared to me and other adults, time has to feel so long for you. Ten minutes for you is like five minutes for me…maybe that’s not true, but I think the spirit of it is close enough. The point is, no matter how bad you feel now, those feelings will go away with time. They’ll come back, but they aren’t the norm, and they aren’t your Fate. Somebody told me something once, I can’t remember who. Maybe I just heard it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. I’d like to share it with you, because I believe it. We are the sum of our choices. This, taking these pills, is a big choice, Blake. It’s more consequential than any other decision you’ve ever made. More importantly, Blake, once you make it, that’s it – you can’t undo it. We may make mistakes, and some of those mistakes will be really, really bad, but until we draw our last breaths, we have the chance to shift the balance of our decisions toward something we can take pride in. We can’t erase the mistakes, but we can do our best to own up to them, to seek redemption, and to help ourselves avoid making them again. Not with this, though. Worse, no matter what other good we’ve done in our lives, regardless of how we’re remembered, there’ll always be that horrible asterisk that outshines everything else. When people think our names, they’ll automatically think of the word – suicide. I won’t patronize and ask you if that’s really what you want, I know it’s not. It has to be said, though. It has to be said, Blake. But I know how this story ends, and I’m proud of you for it. More than that, I’m grateful. Choose differently now, and not only do you remove yourself, but you erase me, this letter, and everything else I love. It’s because of you that I’m here now, Blake. And, without going too deep into it, let me just say that all these things I’ve told you here, you’ll come to appreciate. You’re going to be okay, buddy. You’re going to be okay. It starts with making the right choice now, the healthy choice. Do yourself a favor, Blake. Put the cap back on, put the pills in the cabinet, get out of that bathroom, and go talk to someone. Talk to Mom. Talk to Dad. Talk to Jim. You don’t have to tell them, just talk to them. Remind yourself that there are people who love you. Remind yourself that the mean, evil thoughts in your head are your own insecurities trying to rile you up. Remind yourself that the stupid things people say to you in class or in the hallway are just dumb teenage drama, kids trying to get attention by being as wild, rebellious, and ridiculous as they can be. It’ll pass. You’ll learn to recognize those thoughts for what they are, to use them as motivation to be better. You’ll see those same bullies become kind and compassionate because they have children, and they recognize that there are people out there who act like they acted and they don’t want to see their child be treated the way they treated you. All the while, the people you love will still be there, same as ever, because they need you like you need them. Most importantly, nothing is forever, Blake, the bad or the good. Make the most with what you have. Ride out the bad because you know it will end. Appreciate the good because you never know how long it will last. Most of all, love yourself Blake. Put the cap on, put the pills away, and get out of that bathroom. Don’t lose sight of your hope for the future for traumas in your past. It’s easier said than done, I know, but, trust me, it’s worth the effort. I love you, Blake, and I’m grateful for you and all you do. Take care, buddy. Love, Blake

What was their temperature and what was your experience?
Last night around 11 my 4m old started to get really stuffy. That turned into a runny nose, which she's never had before.. I know, no big deal. But she was fussy all night and cranky. I was nervous she couldn't breathe and so I stayed up all night watching her chest move.
At one point (which was most likely hallucinations) I thought her ribs were contracting in and so I started to dress her and take her to the ER. It was about 4am. My husband stopped me and said I was being anxious and her breathing looked fine.
I was also monitoring her temperature all night. She developed a mild fever around 7am - 100.6 then just an hour later it went to 101.5 so im like surely this is dangerous?? Im bringing her to the ER. I called my pediatrician at 6 and she said we taking forever to call me back so I couldn't wait any longer.
When we got there, they kept asking "how many days" .. I said, "idk the exact amount of days shes 4 months old" .. they go "no, how many days has she had the fever". I said "days? She's had the fever for 1hr and a half"...... am I crazy for bringing my infant in that soon?? because I thought you bring them in if the temp is over 100.4 and I was being lenient waiting the hour after the 100.6.
Anyway, they basically just told me to do all I've been doing (saline, humidifier, snot sucker etc) and to give her infant Tylenol if another fever developed. She's doing much better now. I didn't even need to give her the Tylenol because her fever went and stayed down. I still haven't slept though so I'm pretty delulu atm.

I got a helix piercing yesterday and it’s the first piercing I’ve gotten since I was 2 so I need some advice on how to go about washing my hair. Last night I put on a shower cap and I was successful in keeping it dry. Can I get it wet when I take a shower or no? Will it become infected if I get shampoo/conditioner in the hole? When can I wash my hair normally? Am I just overthinking lol?!

I live in an apartment in a two story building. Last night while I'm trying to sleep after days of sleep deprivation, my neighbor's children whose apartment's right above me were running around and jumping up and down really really hard causing lots of noises for a really long time that were capable of making a sane person go crazy.
I got out of the bed, opened my window and yelled randomly saying "Stop the jumping you're causing a lot of noises."
I hate that I did that, and I'm cringing really hard typing this. But my neighbor opened his window and started very unapologetically confronting me, saying: "What's the matter, why are you yelling? Those are my children playing, what do you want me to tie them up?"
Knowing that I'm probably dealing with a crazy person, I very calmly replied: "Obviously don't do that, but the amount of noises in my house caused by your children playing is ridiculous, that's probably why I yelled."
Then he went on a rant talking about how many people lived in my apartment before me and no one ever complained about them, and if they did, they very calmly knocked on their door and asked them to be quiet instead of yelling it out the window. Mind you, that's BS, they cause a lot of noises all the time and I've never complained about it thinking that it's okay because sometimes I have my friends over and I think we could be a little bit loud sometimes (never had any complaints tho). But that one time was just insane, I felt like the military was having a training above me.
I hate having beef with a neighbor, and I generally hate it whenever I snap on anything. So I'm thinking of apologizing hoping that it becomes water under the bridge. But I don't know if that's the right thing to do. What do you think?
P.s: Calling the police for these types of issues isn't really an option in my country, and I don't know if I want to be the neighbor who calls the police, I just want to calm the situation down not the opposite.