12,792 Days Alive
35 Years, 8 Days Old
1,300 Pages Scanned
2 Tacos Eaten
1 More Book Read
Today was a busy day at work. I almost busted my butt coming in the door on all the mail from Friday.
Mail in general was a lot today. The bloody scanner kept jamming and slowing me down. I didn’t finish scanning in records until well after four o’clock. I didn’t leave work until 5:15! That’s an hour over when I usually leave to take the evening mail to the post office.
But I managed to accomplish everything I needed to do. Including finishing the book I was reading, Mercedes Lackey’s The Snow Queen, whilst on lunch. Review pending as of this entry.
I played a bit on Steam this evening. A mindless sim game that I enjoy where you make outfits and work through a story. It’s nothing brain flexing, but it was fun.
I switched back to Esperanto from Spanish on Duolingo. I just… don’t like Spanish. I know I should learn it. It would be nice to be able to communicate with other people. I just really want to learn Esperanto.
In other news, our gorram dryer is broken. Good thing I did almost all of my laundry last week, so I have clothes if they take a few days to fix it.
Spock has his follow up appointment later this week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about it. I’m sure he’ll be fine, but I can’t help but fret a bit in the meanwhile.
Mentally, I’m really struggling with the suicidal radio playing loudly. I’ve no plans, or anything, but I do want to be transparent about when I’m struggling. I find it hard to reach out, but I can at least express myself here. I’m still taking all my meds as I am supposed to. I’m still eating, hydrating, going to work. Wearing my seatbelt when I drive and all that. I just… feel like I’m caught in an undertow. Maybe I should try to make an appointment with a Vickie again. Hopefully this one won’t get cancelled with no notice. Again.
It’s after eleven. I should go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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