12,985 Days Alive
779 Words Written Today
Spent the day with darling Reffie today. Even got some writing done.
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779 Words Written Today
Spent the day with darling Reffie today. Even got some writing done.
Continue reading “Of Tenacity and Tarot”12,976 Days Alive
2 Pieces of Naan Eaten
1 Massive Crying Jag
I sat in my car and cried when I got home from work today. I’m so afraid of losing my job. I’m so frustrated that it seems like I’m not getting a second stimulus payment. I’m so tired of being tired again.
Continue reading “Of Fury and Fear”12,975 Days Alive
2 Days Till Payday
1 Shot of Peach Vodka
There is great disturbances in the United States right now. Some white terrorists stormed the Capital Building earlier today and ransacked the place. They were not treated as the BLM protestors were. At all. And I am shaking in rage at the unfairness of it all.
So I’m going to focus on what I can control.
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2 Episodes of Iron Chef America
1 Amazing Belated Yule Gift from DW
I feel like I started the day chugging along like a locomotive and ended the day feeling as if I had been run over by said locomotive. Ugh.
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12,931 Days Alive
I went out today. Into the real world. I was trying to find a specific calendar I wanted through not-Amazon but failed because Barnes and Noble let me down.
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1 Cup of Tea Enjoyed
I’m exhausted by all the ugliness in the world right now. Biden still hasn’t formally son, Trump hasn’t formally lost and there are idiots in droves.
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Had therapy today. Didn’t feel too great before it and felt even worse after it. I tried doing art or playing video games to distract myself. It didn’t work.
I’m tired of things being so difficult. It’ll get better, I know. But I feel like Im fighting an uphill battle right now and it’s exhausting.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
12,887 Days Alive
1 Cookie Eaten
Trigger warning: discussion of suicidal thoughts.
I’m exhausted. And really struggling tonight. The mental radio is stuck on the “no one wants you around, please kill yourself to lessen the inconvenience that you are” station.
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Today was bad. All around bad. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
12,825 Days Alive
1 Car Being Puckish
So I got the car serviced today and now… well, the check engine light is still on.
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Stuff happened. Stuff and things. We had a little situation this evening after dinner, so I’m going to crochet and write until the adrenaline wears off.
Take your meds folks.
12,795 Days Alive
790th Post on PostmarkWonderland
638 Days Blogging in a Row
181 Days into 2020
91 Books to Read in 2020
35 Years + 1 Day Alive
20 Books Read So Far in 2020
1 Massive Headache
I think it’s time to get that eye exam rescheduled, COVID-19 be damned. I keep getting headaches for no discernable reason and that is usually my indicator to go to the gorram eye doctor.
Before COVID-19 hit in earnest, I had an appointment for March. But…then the world went further to hell in a handbasket and they cancelled on me (for safety reasons).
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I fell up the stairs at work today. Didn’t hurt myself but felt like an idiot.
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