Author: Theodora Vanyar

Writer. Artist. Laughter addict. Queer, Jew-ish, witchy, anxiety riddled, dealing with #BipolarDisorder, and fat. Oxford Comma FOREVER! All else is icing.

Of Travel and Tuna Breath

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15,046 Days Alive

47 Minutes Spent Cleaning Up My Room with Owl as my Body Double

22 Days to Finish the Surprise Daisy Cardigan for Grandma Gator

22 Days Until My Commencement Trip

11/38 Daisy Motifs Made

2 Packets of Garlic and Herb Tuna Eaten for Dinner that Benny the Cat Tried to Help Me Eat

Drove the 144 miles from Owl’s place in Illinois back to Madison today. Only a few more weeks and I’ll be living there full time. The same amount of time until my commencement trip.

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Of Beloved and Bawling

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15,040 Days Alive

94 Days till Hanukkah

77 Days Since Spock Passed Away

65 Days Since I Turned 41

0 Days Since I’ve Broken Down Crying

I miss him so fucking much. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair. I got sixteen years with my beloved Spockeroni, but my love for him is now grief, as grief is love with nowhere to go.

I’m going to bed. Happy start of the -ber months, y’all.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Untimely Demises and Unbearable Weight

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15,034 Days Alive

138 Miles to Drive from Work to the Parliament of Chaos

9 Tim Burton Comfort Films Watched in the Last Month

4 Specific Movies to Watch Planned (9 to 5, Clue, Steel Magnolias, and Muppet Treasure Island)

2 Days Until I Travel to the Parliament of Chaos Again

1 Crying Fit at 5am…Again

Life sure is life-ing again. It’s been a month since my last entry. I was trying to get back into the daily habit of blogging but seem to have, at least temporarily, failed.

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Of Soap and Spock

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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.