Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,991 Days Alive
1 Stressful Day
Work was hard. After work was less hard. I’m out of spoons and I’ve been awake since midnight last night. We had Tex-Mex for dinner, which was good.
I’m going to crochet and go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
12,988 Days Alive
1,835 Words on ‘Prosperity in Pizza’ Short Story
50 Emails Handled Today at Work
I am officially writing again! I’m also really fighting what I think is the downturn of this most recent manic moment.
Continue reading “Of Work and Writing”
12,987 Days Alive
It’s Martin Luther King, Jr. Day here in the US. And two days to the presidential inauguration. It feels like we’re just holding our collective breath, waiting for the other metaphoric shoe, or another goddamned homegrown terrorist attack, to drop.
It’s an exhausting and stressful situation.
Continue reading “Of Burgers and Building”
12,986 Days Alive
508 Day Streak on Duolingo
2 Tacos Eaten
1 Don Bluth Film Watched
So, we watched the absolutely ridiculous film, Jupiter Rising, this evening; Fen, their girlfriend Kimmy, and I.
And then, to recover some brain power afterwards, we turned to an old classic, circa 1994, that Fen and I hadn’t seen in a while and that Kimmy had never seen.
It was tacos for dinner tonight. Low spoons means low effort meal. They put on the MST3K of Outlaw on after that, so I retired to my room. I’ve no desire to see anything based on The Books of Gor. Reading them was more than enough.
I just read a short story that was a little Purge-like called Little Monsters: A Halloween Story. It’s got an odd, emotionally detached narrator but it was engaging. Wouldn’t read it again, but it was enjoyable.
I’m going to meditate and then crash for the night.
Take your meds, folks.
12,982 Days Alive
2 Plates of Nachos
1 Finished Book
There’s always something a little jarring about finishing reading a book. Detaching one’s self from the fictional world and stepping back into the “real” world.
Continue reading “Of Mermaids and Melancholy”
12,981 Days Alive
3 Cookie Dough Flautas Eaten
1 Episode of BBC’s Sherlock Watched
Today was… overwhelming. Work was again super stressful. It’s only Tuesday but man am I looking forward to the weekend. Tomorrow will be a better day, I’m sure of it.
Continue reading “Of Sherlock and Stress”
12,980 Days Alive
27% Through The Mermaid’s Daughter
2 Servings of Vegetarian “Chikin” Curry
1 Interesting Monday
I worked more on Grandma Gator’s blanket today. Not much as I was and still am fried from work. I made dinner tonight, though. We had a curry made with vegetarian chicken from Morningstar Farms. It was good.
Continue reading “Of Curry and Crocheting”
12,979 Days Alive
1,000 Posts on PostmarkWonderland!!!
501 Day Streak on Duolingo
25th Birthday of Phoenix, my Little Brother
23% Done with The Mermaid’s Daughter by Ann Claycomb
2 Rounds of Quirky Circuits Played
1 Positive Outlook for Work Tomorrow
I’m damned determined for this week to be better than last. So shall it be. It’s going to be an awesome week and I’m going to rock it out.
Continue reading “Of Biff and (More) Board Games”
12,978 Days Alive
500 Day Streak on Duolingo
2 Board Games Played So Far
1 Tarot Card Reading
I’m up with Bill6 and J tonight, so my formerly boring, laundry-laden day is now filled with board games.
We’re watching laying Pandemic: Fall of Rome after doing some tarot readings for each other.
I’m going to go play games and maybe blog proper later.
Take your meds, folks.
12,977 Days Alive
7 Bags of Groceries Delivered by Amazon
2 Vegetarian Corn Dogs Eaten
1 Hyper Cat
Someone wound up Spock something fierce today. Or something, maybe the weather change? Anyway, he’s been zooming around all evening like his butt is on fire. Every single catnip mousie is out and about, waiting to be pounced on.
Continue reading “Of Veggie Corndogs and Peach Vodka”
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.
Continue reading “Of Vodka and Violence”
12,974 Days Alive
Spock has been a little snuggly as of the last few days. Not sick, but I think the cold weather has him sticking close for the body heat.
Continue reading “Of Coke Floats and Cat Snuggles”