No post today, too ill.
Food poisoning
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 Laundry and Laughing
13,416 Days Alive
I’m trying to tackle Mount Clean Clothes. Which is especially difficult for me because I am utterly exhausted by the time I get home.
Continue reading “Of Laundry and Laughing”Passion Pop Throw in Progress
Of Dates and Denny’s
13,415 Days Alive
I got home from visiting Bill6 and J early noonish today. Spock was most displeased that I had been gone.
Continue reading “Of Dates and Denny’s”The Passion Pop Throw in Progress!
Of Lennox and Laughter
13,412 Days Alive
I’m up in Inverness visiting Bill6 and J and we’re planning on role playing tomorrow some time.
Continue reading “Of Lennox and Laughter”Of Rows and Rumblings
13,411 Days Alive
4 Rows Crocheted on the Current WIP
1 Video Chat
It’s nearly the weekend and, gods, could I not be more grateful.
Continue reading “Of Rows and Rumblings”Of Wednesday and Weirdness
13,410 Days Alive
Today was an off-kilter day. My stomach still hurts. Work is driving me up a wall.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Aches and Aggravation
13,409 Days Alive
My fibro is kicking my ass now that I’m trying to cut out caffeine. I fell asleep at my desk on lunch again today.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Sour Stomachs and Stress
13,408 Days Alive
My shoulders hurt despite thirty minutes of Yoga stretches. My stomach hates any pressure that isn’t a heating pad on it.
Some wild shit is going on in my life. In family, in friends, in potential paramours.
I’m stick-a-fork-in-me done with today.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Time and Target
13,407 Days Alive
I loathe Daylight Savings Time. Entirely. I don’t get why we cling to some archaic vestige of candlelight-driven history.
Continue reading “Of Time and Target”Of Pizza and Pabst
13,406 Days Alive
I tried a coffee-infused hard beverage tonight. Just a sip. It tasted…. Well, much like the pesto-flatbread, I didn’t care for it.
Continue reading “Of Pizza and Pabst”Of Pesto and Pests
13,405 Days Alive
Well, I tried pesto this evening. I didn’t like it. Or maybe I didn’t like the application of it? I’m not sure, but pesto flatbreads and I are meh.
Continue reading “Of Pesto and Pests”
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