Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,233 Days Alive
3 Weeks Since Daddy’s Passing
2nd Christmas Since We Got Married
1 Massive Panic Attack
I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares aplenty. Of illness and heart failure. Of late night calls and of the funeral.
I wasn’t in a very merry mood this morning.
5,143.
That is how many books I have on my Kindle between Unlimited, the library’s ebooks, Bookbub, Fussy Librarian, combing through all of the free ebooks on Amazon, and my purchased or gifted ebooks.
Days Alive: 12,208
Bottles of Hot Sauce: 4
Slices of Chocolate Dream Cake Eaten: 2
Breadsticks Eaten: 3
Today was the annual “Thanksmas” event at the new adventure. And it ate up most of my day.
Days Alive: 12,194
Coworkers Out, Sick or On Vacation: 5
Breadsticks Eaten: 4
Hugs Gotten From Steph: so many!
Free Cupcakes Eaten: just 1!
Steps for the Day: 3,451
Both of my coworkers at the new adventure called in sick today, so it was just Miriam and I for most of the day! And I did fine!
Continue reading “Free Food and it’s Finally Friday, Folks!”
Days Alive:12,193
Hop toads: 1
Number of Photos Said Hop Toad Posed for When Asked: 3
Endometrial Polyp Being an Jerk: 1
Cats Whining at 11 Volume: 1 (Spock)
Paper Angels Made: 30
Days Since I’ve Touched my NaNovel: uh… four? Five?
Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 10
Words I’m Planning to Write this Weekend: 15k
Anyone who gets squicked out or triggered by talk of toads, menstruation, homelessness, or super bad insomnia, get thee hence.
You have been warned.
Days alive: 12,190
Wedding Anniversary: 1st!
Cats Camped Out For Skritches: 2
Words Written for NaNoWriMo: 0
Words Left to Write: 32,956
Rows Left in Shawl Main Segment: 17
No writing done today. But its our first Wedding Anniversary! We low-keyed this year: Subway and Netflix.
Days alive: 12,189
No real summary to today. Did stuff, ate food. Made a holiday wreath.
Days alive: 12,188
Total Words Written for NaNoWriMo: 16,682
Words Remaining: 33,318
Escape Games Won: 3 and counting!
Time Remaining This Time: 1 minute, 38 seconds
Panic Attacks Had: 3
Shrimp Found in the Potatoes: 6
Plans for Tomorrow: 1 restful one
Housewarming Parties Attended: 1
Time Spent Mocking Movies: at least 1 hour, 31 minutes
Miles Traveled Today: about 200
Man, oh, man, was today a blast! So much happened.
Continue reading “Es-ka-peh? Funny, it’s spelled just like “escape”!”
Days Alive: 12,187
Word Count for NaNoWriMo: 16,479
Words Remaining: 33,521
Plans Tomorrow: 3
Plans for Sunday: possibly 1?
Times I Got Lost at Work Today: 1
Steps for the Day: 4,354 + the double lap around work where I left my phone at my desk.
Better today. A bit. I’m doing great at my new adventure. Still sad, a little skin hungry even though I’ve been hugging J at least once a day this week. But the brain gremlins kinda faded to the background today as we had a lot going on.
Days alive: 12,168
Cats forcibly helping me crochet: 3
Skeins worked through: 1.5 and counting
Books added to the wishlist: 3
Blanket rows done: 15
The cats were so very helpful today.
Days alive: 12,167
Hours slept: 5.5
Woke up at: 0430
Days till NaNoWriMo: 11 and counting
I apparently accidentally set an alarm for 4:30 in the morning. And then realized my dreams of my alarm going off at three and four am were likely happening. But I was in the middle of a flashback driven nightmare, so going back to sleep wasn’t an option. As such, I’ve been up since.
Trigger warning, suicide mention.
Days alive: 12,162
Hours awake: only about twelve.
I feel like I’m drowning today.
I got sleep, probably more than five hours of it, with interruptions. I still can’t manage to stay asleep for all that long. It’ll get better, but I’ve been up since three am.
Days alive: 12,161
Projects worked on: 4 and counting
Naps taken: 1
Shopping trips completed: 1
Things left to do: so many.
Cliches laughed at: 2
Today has been pretty productive. I’ve been up since 6am or so. Just couldn’t go back to sleep. I keep having dreams that my alarm is going off. It it’s at one or two am, when it isn’t actually going off. It wakes me anyway. Continue reading “Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday”
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