14,344 Days Alive
3 Pieces of Calzone Eaten
1 Shower Taken
I hadn’t taken a shower in two days due to depression. But damn if I didn’t feel better afterwards.
Continue reading “Of Sausage Calzone and Showers”Of Sausage Calzone and Showers
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Writer. Artist. Laughter addict. Queer, Jew-ish, witchy, anxiety riddled, dealing with #BipolarDisorder, and fat. Oxford Comma FOREVER! All else is icing.
Of Cuddles and Chimichangas
14,343 Days Alive
Spending the evening with Mac.
Doing okay.
Still in pain.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Language and Leveling
14,342 Days Alive
16 Levels Gained on my Necromancer in D4
3 Doses of Acetaminophen Taken
I am in pain, layers of pain. Like a pain parfait, but without the enjoyment of it.
Continue reading “Of Language and Leveling”Too sad. No real post tonight
Happy Rosh Hashana.
Of Loneliness and Lacking
14,340 Days Alive
638 Days Since I Moved to Indiana
0 Days Since I’ve Been Blown Off By Supposed Friends
I literally want to cry. I’m so goddamned lonely. I have Mac. My online friends. Chele, J, Reffie. And I guess I do have one “analog” friend here, Tina. But I met her through Mac and having one friend who isn’t a hugger much is like, killing me.
Continue reading “Of Loneliness and Lacking”Of Breaking Things and Booze
14,339 Days Alive
1 Kracken and Coke Zero Imbibed
I helped my roommate break down an old dresser today after work. We made it fit in the trash can with about a dozen well-placed kicks, stomps, and smashes.
Very cathartic.
Continue reading “Of Breaking Things and Booze”Of Vomit and Video Games
14,338 Days Alive
1 Shower Taken
My stomach is quite unhappy today. So is the rest of me, to be honest. My face hurts, my shoulder hurts where I landed on it yesterday, and my cramps are killing me.
Continue reading “Of Vomit and Video Games”Of Angus Beef and Accidents
14,337 Days Alive
I fell out of bed today. My shoulder hurts where I landed.
We’re still at Pathfinder and I’m dying just a little bit.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Bacon and Booze
14,336 Days Alive
1 Margarita Had with Dinner
1/2 a Double Bacon Burger Eaten
Had therapy this evening. My therapist recommended something sweet or alcoholic or both to loosen up after the rough week I’ve had. So I had a margarita with dinner.
Continue reading “Of Bacon and Booze”Prompt Answer: Three Jobs
List three jobs you’d consider pursuing if money didn’t matter.
Oh, this one enters the realm of the ridiculous. Three jobs I’d consider pursing of money didn’t matter? Easy-peasy:
- I’d head a New Age leaning but all faiths accepted community center
- I’d run a witchy themed café/bakery that runs the midnight hours, 6pm to 6am., with locally sourced ingredients, a courtyard with edible elements like fruit trees and blueberry bushes, and very seasonal menus.
- Librarian. If I could afford the degrees to get there.
Of Out of Office and Open Wounds
14,334 Days Alive
1 Day Taken to Heal
My face was ridiculously swollen this morning. Like couldn’t fit my glasses on. Got antibiotics from the dentist and iced it for hours, thirty on thirty off.
I’m so tired of being in pain.
Take your meds, folks.
Too much pain, proper post tomorrow
Alive, in pain, face swollen.
Of Analgesics and Awful Teeth
14,332 Days Alive
1,000 mg of Acetaminophen Taken 4 Hours Ago
400 mg of Ibuprofen Taken Half an Hour Ago
2 More Rows Done on Zypher’s 13 Point Rainbow Round Ripple
1 Ice Pack Purchased
I feel like I got socked in the jaw. Which, I basically did, getting a tooth pulled. It was Not Fun. I am in pain.
I’m going to crochet till the ice pack gets cold again, then try and sleep.
Take your meds, folks.
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