12,813 Days Alive
2 Burritos Eaten
1 New Family Member
Bubbles had the baby this afternoon! I am Tia Theo another time over. Little Bee, as I’ve chosen to call her, looks like an adorable potato, as I believe all newborns do. A cute potato, but a potato nonetheless. Good thing I love potatoes! Ha!
She was born around half four this afternoon and I’m so excited for her arrival. I admit I was wrong about her birthdate. I was so sure she was going to come early. But it seems Little Bee has her own drum she marches to already.
In other news, work was chaotic but manageable. I had to go shopping after work as I am completely out of work food stuffs. So I did. And I was exhausted after, so I got Taco Bell for dinner. Yay for a success burrito!
I’m hoping tomorrow is a better day for me. It feels like an uphill battle to get ahead and I don’t want to let my team down. I can do it. Tomorrow is going to be awesome. I think. I hope.
Mentally, I’m okay? Reconnected with Twitchy, a friend from high school, on Facebook today. We’ve been kind of catching up here and there but no heavy conversations as of yet.
I also ran into Elliott, my friend Joy’s old roommate, online! We’ve been chatting and I’m dying to actually see them. They were such a sweetheart so I’m hoping we can figure out a COVID-safe way of spending some time together. They’re a pretty awesome human.
In other OKCupid adventures, I’m currently playing armchair psychoanalyst for an acquaintance named Kane. He’s got some interpersonal drama in his open relationship and is drunkenly, literally, venting to me. I’m trying to help as best I can. The poor guy is hurting and confused and, I cannot stress this enough, drunk. And stuck in Omaha of all places.
As for focusing on myself, I’m putting positive energy out into the Universe today. I’ve got a meeting Wednesday that’s a pretty big deal for me. Let’s hope all goes well!
I’ve got to iron out some kinks in the Midnight Calls plot but should have another chapter done by the end of the week, I hope.
I’m still working in Cousin Kay’s blanket. It’s so close to done I can see the end in sight. Well, not in the literal sense but I am on the last skein!
Something I want to work on in August is poetry. I miss writing poetry. Maybe I’ll dig up some of the old stuff and see what still doesn’t make me cringe. Heh.
On top of everything else, I have therapy tomorrow with Vickie. I’m not nauseous levels of anxious, but I’m still mildly apprehensive. I always feel so wrung out after therapy. I mean, I’m learning new tools and coping mechanisms, and sorting through some of the things that I carry with me, but it’s still stressful.
I might get a chance to see Fen this week, if they’re not working! That would be cool. I’ve not seen them since…May? At the latest.
Emotionally, honestly, I’m not sure how I’m doing. I’m lonely. My only human contact is the mail person and they’re a three minute conversation at most. Video chats with my coworkers helps a bit, at work, but not even music makes the office feel anything but empty.
Anyway. It’s past when I should be asleep o’clock. I’m going to go to bed.
Take your meds, folks!