Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,915 Days Alive
4,000 Words on My NaNovel
1 Delicious Burger Eaten
Today, on the drive into work, they played a few Christmas songs. Only three, but it was enough to jog the Holly-Jolly spirit and make me start worrying about buying gifts or making them.
Continue reading “Of Cooking and Christmachanukwanzukabirthdasolstinewyearmas”
12,914 Days Alive
1 Cup of Tea Enjoyed
I’m exhausted by all the ugliness in the world right now. Biden still hasn’t formally son, Trump hasn’t formally lost and there are idiots in droves.
Continue reading “Of Tea and Tiredness”
12,913 Days Alive
3,440 Words Written for NaNoWriMo
3 Tacos Eaten
1 Tired Me
I am exhausted, mentally and physically. There are still no clear results in the presidential election. Im still terrified that horrid man is going to win a second term.
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12,911 Days Alive
1 More Day Till the Election
I was raised mostly Jewish. Raised on stories about troubled times and survival and the Holocaust and the meanings of Passover. And it’s horrific to see history repeating itself.
Continue reading “Of Worries and Wondering”
12,910 Days Alive
2,629 Words Written Today for NaNoWriMo
1 Lovely Day
Let me start out by saying that I am proud of myself for making my word count goal today. And that the moron in question was a bad driver that tried to run me off the road.
Continue reading “Of Mummies and Morons”It’s time for another recipe! First, the recipe. Then, me blathering onward about my occasionally questionable culinary capabilities and the memories this particular feast holds for me.
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