Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,440 Days Alive
954 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Easter Basket Gifted to Me
I’m up visiting J and Bill6 for the holiday weekend. J made haroset, a traditional Jewish dish that we eat around Passover.
Continue reading “Of Haroset and Happiness”
13,438 Days Alive
I spent most of today miserable. Snuck off to cry more than once.
I literally can’t get into why right now, but sufficiently stated: I am under a lot of stress right now.
Continue reading “Of Crying and Care”
13,436 Days Alive
950 Days Straight on Duolingo
145 Applications
48 Rejections
5 Interviews
I am tired. See above as to why. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck physically and emotionally.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
13,432 Days Alive
946 Days Straight on Duolingo
I’m… I don’t know.
Continue reading “Of Budgeting and Boredom”
13,430 Days Alive
1 Finished Crocheted Blanket
I’m having A Day. Not necessarily good or bad, but A Day in which a lot of things happened.
Continue reading “Of Accomplishment and Aggrivation”
13,424 Days Alive
It was, apparently, cage cleaning day at The Idiot and Rude Jerk Zoo. Ugh. But I did get to crochet on lunch!
Continue reading “Of Hydration and Headaches”
13,423 Days Alive
2 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches Eaten
1 Long, Bad Day
I am a grump. I tried to take a nap in my car to get over the grump after a very, very disappointing phone call.
Continue reading “Of Grilled Cheese and Grumpiness”
13,422 Days Alive
I really am craving chocolate. I’m currently suffering through the latest round of getting run over by my menstrual cycle. It sucks.
Continue reading “Of Brownies and Bothersome”
13,416 Days Alive
I’m trying to tackle Mount Clean Clothes. Which is especially difficult for me because I am utterly exhausted by the time I get home.
Continue reading “Of Laundry and Laughing”
13,411 Days Alive
4 Rows Crocheted on the Current WIP
1 Video Chat
It’s nearly the weekend and, gods, could I not be more grateful.
Continue reading “Of Rows and Rumblings”
13,408 Days Alive
My shoulders hurt despite thirty minutes of Yoga stretches. My stomach hates any pressure that isn’t a heating pad on it.
Some wild shit is going on in my life. In family, in friends, in potential paramours.
I’m stick-a-fork-in-me done with today.
Take your meds, folks.
13,407 Days Alive
I loathe Daylight Savings Time. Entirely. I don’t get why we cling to some archaic vestige of candlelight-driven history.
Continue reading “Of Time and Target”
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