12,440 Days Alive
1st Day Of the Traveling Adventure
Somehow, I’ve nothing to say. There is so much to talk about but my mind is just… silent.
I’m not anxious, at least not more than usual.
I’ve nothing to say. Good night.
Saturday Night Silence
Author: Theodora Vanyar
Writer. Artist. Laughter addict. Queer, Jew-ish, anxiety riddled, dealing with #BipolarDisorder, and fat. Oxford Comma FOREVER! All else is icing.
A Savory Spell for Protection
Say you’re going through a rough patch and could use a little protection. (Like me!)
Why not use an edible spell?
Worthless Wednesday
12,437 Days Alive
295 Days Since Diagnosis
I spent the entire day in bed with a migraine. Couldn’t go to work, couldn’t even keep down water until after four pm. Not a good day. Continue reading “Worthless Wednesday”
No Spoons
I’m exhausted and I’ve spent most of the day feeling awful. I’m going to bed.
Tired
Have a photo of useful information:
Recipe: Spicy Cardamom Crisps
It’s time for another recipe! First, the recipe. Then, me blathering onward about my occasionally questionable culinary capabilities and the memories this particular treat holds for me.
Read the recipe and more…Soporific Sunday
12,434 Days Alive
3 Pork Ribs Eaten
1 Diet Root Beer Drank
I’m not feeling well, so I’ll be brief. Continue reading “Soporific Sunday”
Girl’s Day Out
12,433 Days Alive
8,112 Books to Read
5,559 Steps Today
1 Minor Anxiety Attack
Today was a day for the gals.
Better, but not great
I’ve got stuff going on, but I think I’m finally crawling out of this downswing.
Time will tell.
Gotta help bring groceries in. Full entry tomorrow.
Fumbled Shuffle
12,431 Days Alive
Zero Spoons
Today is one of those days where I tried to shuffle the cards of my life and just ended up playing fifty one pickup and now I’m searching for the last metaphoric card.
