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.
Continue reading “Car Troubles”Car Troubles
Category: Angry
No Spoons
12,803 Days Alive
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.
2020 Thus Far: Chaos and COVID
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).
Continue reading “2020 Thus Far: Chaos and COVID”Clumsy Thursday
12,784 Days Alive
I fell up the stairs at work today. Didn’t hurt myself but felt like an idiot.
Continue reading “Clumsy Thursday”Gifts Galore and a Rant
12,768 Days Alive
3 Early Birthday Gifts Received
It’s my birthday month! My friend DW, he of the infamous blanket I finally finished, and my middle brother Sean Michael surprised me with some early birthday gifts!
Continue reading “Gifts Galore and a Rant”I Write from a Place of Privilege
12,758 Days Alive
I do t have words for how I am feeling right now. Suffice it to say: Black lives matter.
May their voices be heard over mine in the coming days.
Self-Love Journal: A Reflection
12,757 Days Alive
31 Journal Prompts
What a month, man. What a year. I literally can’t fathom everything that happened in May alone.
I’ll focus on what I can. #BlackLivesMatter, #FuckTrump, and fuck COVID-19.
Continue reading “Self-Love Journal: A Reflection”Sunday Night Blues
12,756 Days Alive
There’s so much ugliness going on in the world right now. Death, corruption, greed, and well-deserved riots and protests.
I don’t have the heart for it tonight. I wish the world was a better place.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.
Liver Failure and Love
12,752 Days Alive
1 Very Sick Spock
I have no spoons. I don’t know if Spock is going to live.
Take your meds, love your pets.
Failures and Freak Outs
12,751 Days Alive
$870 Spent at the Veterinarian’s Office
1 Still Sick Kitty
This is going to be a short one:
Spock has fatty liver syndrome and partial liver failure. I’m doing all that I can to make sure he’s okay. I’m super stressed about it and am terrified to go to bed in case he passes in the night.
I’m so afraid for him.
Take your meds, folks.
Metaphoric Bullet Dodged
12,741 Days Alive
$1,200 Almost Spent
$254.38 Spent at the Veterinary Office
1 Second Opinion on Helena
Today was hellaciously stressful. It started with Spock’s veterinary appointment. He has a dual ear infection, but now he’s up to date on his shots.
Continue reading “Metaphoric Bullet Dodged”Malcontent on a Monday
12,729 Days Alive
My day did not at all go to plan and it made me frustrated to the point of tears.
Continue reading “Malcontent on a Monday”Finally Freakin’ Friday, Hooray!
12,691 Days Alive
9 Rows Left on DW’s Blanket
1 Massive Headache
Today was filled with technical glitches and mischievous machines. But man am I glad it’s the weekend. I’m going to bed as soon as possible because it feels like I have a sinus headache and I hate it.
Continue reading “Finally Freakin’ Friday, Hooray!”
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