Of Spock and Struggles

13,393 Days Alive

My dear, sweet baby kitty, the eleven and a half year old Bombay I am parental unit to missed me dearly while I was gone.

How do I know?

Image is of a black cat with green eyes and white whiskers getting their chin scratched. Aka Mr. Spock wanting chin scratches.
Image is of a black cat with green eyes, who is wearing a red collar, staring into the camera while laying atop a silver and teal crocheted blanket.

Oh, just an inkling. He’s been a Velcro kitty all night. I don’t mind in the slightest.

I got over a thousand words written today in my manuscript for Midnight Calls, the book I’m hoping to publish.

I had to have a talk with my roommate today about how our finances and financial issues were really stressing me out. It was a difficult conversation, but one I needed to have with them.

Papa sent me grocery money. So I’ll be able to get my medicine and some groceries tomorrow after work.

Anyway, I’m stressed to the point of chest hurting and I’m dreading going to work tomorrow. So. That’s fun.

I’m going to go meditate for a bit before bed.

Take your meds, folks.

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