Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,434 Days Alive
I got to help J with a painting today. Not the actual painting of it, but more the facilitation of it by getting her a large color copy of the image she wanted to paint.
Continue reading “Of Paint and Pretzels”
13,432 Days Alive
946 Days Straight on Duolingo
I’m… I don’t know.
Continue reading “Of Budgeting and Boredom”
13,429 Days Alive
943 Days Straight on Duolingo
Spock is misbehaving in little ways, again. Knocking his food bowl over, nesting where he shouldn’t, using my butt as a pair of bongos when jumping from the window to the bed. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Acceptance and Acting Out”
13,427 Days Alive
$200 Between Me and my Author Website/Newsletter
1 Bowl of Matzo Ball Soup Eaten
I am mad broke. Like, can’t afford my insulin again broke. Because, ya know, $70 is hard to find when I’ve been missing work due to illness and such.
Continue reading “Of Soup and Some Patience”
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”
13,422 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”
13,421 Days Alive
935 Days Straight on Duolingo
I got to have hot wings for dinner. Which is good because I kinda forgot to eat lunch.
In my defense, there was a sleeping cat in my lap, as well as crocheting, and I myself had fallen asleep.
Continue reading “Of Cramps and Chicken”
13,415 Days Alive
I got home from visiting Bill6 and J early noonish today. Spock was most displeased that I had been gone.
Continue reading “Of Dates and Denny’s”
13,412 Days Alive
I’m up in Inverness visiting Bill6 and J and we’re planning on role playing tomorrow some time.
Continue reading “Of Lennox and Laughter”
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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