12,988 Days Alive
1,835 Words on ‘Prosperity in Pizza’ Short Story
50 Emails Handled Today at Work
I am officially writing again! I’m also really fighting what I think is the downturn of this most recent manic moment.
I’m still “up” at the moment, but I feel like I’m at a mental precipice. Like the top of a roller coaster hill just looking down at what’s to come. I’m not quite enthused at the prospect of a depressive episode so soon after an up/manic episode.
In any case, I’m writing again and happy about it. I started with a ridiculous prompt, pizza as a prosperity spell, and ran with it.
Work was difficult. After an awesome day yesterday, today was terrible. I got done what I could but it wasn’t anywhere near everything I had to do. But, all I can do is my best. And that’s the best I can do.
I’m headed to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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