Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,709 Days Alive
I got to drag Anish Kapoor for being a twat on my class Discussion Board post today. And thwacked my head pretty damn hard trying to reach one of Spock’s cat toys.
My head hurts and I have too much to do to stay up late. I’m going to try and read just a chapter and then head to bed.
Take your meds, folks!
14,707 Days Alive
2,565 Days on Postmark Wonderland
7 Years on Postmark Wonderland
I forgot that it was the seven year anniversary of my being diagnosed with a mental health problem, specifically bipolar disorder with mania, major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, fibromyalgia, and CPTSD.
Continue reading “Of Fountain Pens and Fervency”
14,703 Days Alive
71 Miles Driven Roundtrip for a Working, Cheap, Multimedia Player
10 mg of Cyclobenzaprine Taken Twice Today
1 Massive Mug of Zero Sugar Root Beer Enjoyed
All my bills are paid. I get paid again next Friday from the 1099 gig. And holy hell was yesterday difficult for me. But I survived.
Continue reading “Of Rent And Radios”
14,693 Days Alive
28.9 Hours Worked in the Last 2.5 Days
14.8 Hours Worked Between 1 am and 1105 pm Today
5 Hours of Sleep
1 Interview Scheduled for Next Week
I burned the midnight oil today. I worked from 1am to five am on a several thousand page response to discovery for DW. I then crashed out until 10:14, got up, and got back to it.
Continue reading “Of Sour Skittles and Subpoenas”
What are you doing this evening?
I am finishing up cleaning up our lovely dinner of salad and chicken nuggets before hitting the books in my two courses this five week term: biology and college math.
I am low-key terrified because I’ve always been told I am a mathematical moron. I don’t agree, but Indo agree that number flip around on me sometimes (thanks, dyscalculia! Not really. Fucking hell it sucks.)
14,689 Days Alive
17 Minutes of a Close Call
I published/uploaded my final assignment for this week seventeen minutes before it was due. Forty-five freaking minutes were spent fighting with pivot tables. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Color and Classwork”
14,685 Days Alive
I made a damn good chicken soup for dinner. I didn’t have to deal with the bone in chicken, thankfully. Bryan took care of it for me.
Work sucked. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Take your meds, folks.
14,682 Days Alive
2,134 Days Straight on Duolingo
65+ Job Applications Out in Less than Five Weeks
3 Hours Spent Searching for a Template that No Longer Exists
1 Full Moon
Oh my goodness. I have been a busy, busy person today!
Continue reading “Of Applications and Aggravations”
14,681 Days Alive
15 Applications Put in Today
2 Discussion Board Posts
I am having a very bad pain day. I almost titled this “Frustration and Fuckery”, but went with something a little more PG.
Continue reading “Of Full Moons and Frustration”
14,678 Days Alive
2,131 Days Straight on Duolingo
4 Days till the Full Moon
2 Discussion Board Posts
Tonight was a freezer meal night. Once I got home from work and settled in a bit, Imade cheese ravioli with Alfredo sauce and some garlic bread for dinner tonight. simple, filling, and cheap.
Continue reading “Of Ravioli and Ranting”
14,675 Days Alive
3 Art Pieces Hung
2 Curtain Rods Installed
Spock has been a sleepy boy all day. Lucky him!
Continue reading “Of Nesting and Naps”
14,668 Days Alive
2,121 Days Straight on Duolingo
Lucian and I spent a good two and a half hours this evening going through the massive amount of acrylic yarn that I have acquired over the years. I’m talking stuff from before my marriage to Stephanie in 2017.
Continue reading “Of Altars and A Lot of Yarn”
14,666 Days Alive
3 Egg Rolls Eaten
1 Still Yet to be Built Bedframe
I did not have a good day… week… month? August has been fucking rough. I’m just tired. And whomever lives above us is blasting their television. Ugh.
I am going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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