Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
If I had to describe my ideal living space for myself, it would be a safe, warm, lovingly cluttered space. True hiraeth for me, honestly. Hiraeth is a Welsh omesickness for a place that doesn’t exist, or at least not yet.
Continue reading “Of Home and Hiraeth”
14,765 Days Alive
33 Years Since I Hugged Fievel Mouskewitz
10+ Inches of Snow Fell in the Past 24 Hours
3+ Happy Crying Jags Today
1/2 Serving of Baked Beef and Bean Nachos
Trigger warning past this initial paragraph: physical child abuse. This first part is happy, I swear.
Well. Today’s the day! He arrived! I am so freaking gleeful. Mr Fievel Mousekewitz is in my arms as I type this. As above, I have broken down crying, hugging said 39 year-old stuffed animal, at least three times so far today. A dear friend, named here as Lois, gifted him to me. He is 22 inches tall, still has his hat, shirt, trousers, and tail! He’s new to me, but used to belong to someone named Corey. Thank you so, so, so much for taking good care of Fievel for me to enjoy now.
Continue reading “Of Memories and Mouskewitz”
14,764 Days Alive
2,619 Days of Daily Posts on Postmark Wonderland
83 +/- Kitty Years for Mr. Spock
2 Days of Snow Forecast
1 New Job Next Week
SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?
I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.
Continue reading “Of Snowstorms and Surprises”
14,763 Days Alive
4 Slices of Turkey Eaten
Well, I now have bursitis in both hips. So that… sucks. Heh. Thanksgiving was nice; we went to a community buffet dinner thing out on by a queer-friendly restaurant in town. And tomorrow will be nice to have off as well.
May your day tomorrow be lovely.
Take your meds, folks.
What is your favorite place to go in your city?
As usual, I have a very roundabout answer to this. The too long, didn’t read version answer is “it depends on the city”.
One hundred and fourteen addresses since my birth in June 1985. I only really remember 1992 and onward, to be honest. Seven was a defining year; my little brother Mal was born that February. It was the beginning of my parentification, but I love him so much and am so proud of who he has become and the life he built for himself.
So. Where I am now? It’s the public libraries or this amazing local ice cream place that has some of the best damn ice cream I’ve ever had. Like, lemon cardamom, blackberry with lime, and cherry almond flavored. In Chicago, it’s Chiu Quon in Chinatown. Cash only, but fucking amazing food for as long as I can remember.
14,761 Days Alive
239 Days Until My 15th Millenary Anniversary
5 +/- Types of Flowers I Want to Make into an Art Piece
Did you know that I can’t have any of my top three favorite flowers due to their potential toxicity to cats? Yup. Buttercups, specifically ranunculus like delphinium, foxglove, and tiger lilies are my hands-down favorite flowers.
Continue reading “Of Reality and Ranunculaceous”
14,760 Days Alive
It’s ten days till 4th of December. Between the death-anniversary, money stress, a uterus in literal bloody rebellion, and a three day and counting tension headache, I just want it to stop being so hard to be alive.
Take your meds, folks.
14,759 Days Alive
8 Books on Hold at the Library
0 Clue What Our Household is Doing for the Holiday This Week
I am not… doing okay today. I fell asleep after three am this morning and I wasn’t even awake late reading. Just couldn’t get the old brain to shut the fuck up.
Continue reading “Of Lemonade and Letting Go”
14,758 Days Alive
6 Cookies Given to L to Enjoy
1 Massive Tub of Popcorn
I cried. In a mostly-good way, but yeah, that movie was a fist to the emotional solar plexus.
Continue reading “Of Onions and Overnight”
14,757 Days Alive
36 Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies Made
18 Ounces of Peanut Butter
1 Cookie Eaten
Son of a bitch. Guess who forgot to hit post again?
I have a social event tomorrow morning in the form of meeting up with L at the local AMC Theater to go see a matinee showing of Brendan Fraser’s new film, Rental Family. I am super excited about it!
Continue reading “Of Recipes and Rest”
14,756 Days Alive
2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December
Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.
I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.
Continue reading “Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola”
14,755 Days Alive
3 Books Returned to the Library Today
2 More Books Checked Out
I need to get up early-ish. Uncle Comic is doing a drive-by on his way to a convention to drop off some food for the household.
Continue reading “Of Oatmeal Cookies and Order”
14,754 Days Alive
6-ish Hours Until I Need To Drop Llama Off At the Airport
1 Goal List To Be Made Tomorrow
Still tired, in pain; but far less than yesterday and Sunday evening.
We have to be up and out the door by 0530 tomorrow. Ugh. I will be sad to see Llama go, but I hope she had fun this trip.
Take your meds, folks.
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