14,891 Days Alive
152 Miles Driven Today to Meet Up With Uncle Comic
49 Words Per Minute Typed Going Moderately Slow
12.5 Hours Till the 221B Weekly Write In!
1 Accidental Nap
My jaw is doing the thing where it keeps randomly clenching bilaterally. I assume it’s because of anxiety, because solo trips, more than about 45 minutes have a tendency to make me anxious.
I did get to meet up with Uncle Comic this morning. And I was only seven minutes behind schedule. He gave us some groceries and gave me a great, big hug. I might be able to help him with his taxes this year. Since I am a quick study, and he needs someone who can work with the Quicken program, we may be bartering or I might just get straight up paid for my assistance. The possible money from it is very nice. But it’s also just nice to help him out.
I also started a new audiobook this morning. Some urban fantasy romance thing that is about as serious as a Baskin Robbin’s clown cone.
When you are as non-neurotypical as I am, neurospicy as I usually put it, pattern recognition is a bitch and a half. Noticing a lot of things that neurotypical people do not makes for a very interesting existence. I feel like it should be red alert on the bridge, but I’m the only one hearing the klaxon.
Mr. Spock is quite insistent that we go to bed now and I am inclined to agree with him even if I did have a accidental nap on the couch today.
Take your meds, folks.
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