Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,961 Days Alive
I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
14,960 Days Alive
1,085 Days Since My Mother’s Death
I am down in Illinois visiting my girlfriend Owl and I realized that I genuinely feel like she is a supportive partner, not a child masquerading as an adult. It’s a rather glorious realization.
Continue reading “Of Brute Strength and Blessings”
14,959 Days Alive
144 Miles to Drive Tomorrow Morning
13 Homework Assignments Done Tonight
3 Mild Italian Sausage Meatballs Eaten with Dinner
Tomorrow morning at bright o’clock, which here translates to approximately eight a.m., I will be trundling down the road for two plus hours to go see Owl and her parliament of chaos.
Continue reading “Of Demolition and Determination”
14,958 Days Alive
66 Days Since My Last Post
4 Migraines in That Time Period
1 New Romantic Partner
I had stepped away from Postmark Wonderland, intending to take a day or two break from posting. That was two months ago.
Continue reading “Of Procrastination and Perfect Times”
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