14,073 Days Alive
690 Days Straight on Duolingo
I’m not feeling great. I’m just run down and in desperate need of a few day’s vacation. However, the universe is throwing more challenges at me, for the next week or so.
I will be fine. I just need a good night’s sleep.
I started my memoir this evening. I asked my mom for some info on why she didn’t give me up for adoption and for info on my birth and early life.
I’d ask my bio dad but he doesn’t talk to me for shit and Daddy, well, he’s kinda dead and dusted and I don’t believe in using Ouija Boards.
The working title for my memoir is “I’m Working On It: Pancakes, Anger, & Other Things I’m Bad At”. I’m not quite sure what all I’ll write about, but I’ve got heaps of experiences over the years.
I’ll flesh it out as I’m able. For now, though, I am headed to bed.
Take your meds, folks!
Postmark Wonderland 