Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,759 Days Alive
8 Books on Hold at the Library
0 Clue What Our Household is Doing for the Holiday This Week
I am not… doing okay today. I fell asleep after three am this morning and I wasn’t even awake late reading. Just couldn’t get the old brain to shut the fuck up.
Continue reading “Of Lemonade and Letting Go”
14,756 Days Alive
2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December
Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.
I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.
Continue reading “Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola”What book are you reading right now?
I am currently pending a reading of “Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil” by V. E. Schwab.
14,750 Days Alive
40 Ounces No-Bean Chili
2 Lbs of Frozen Tater Tots
1st Viewing of Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein
Llama is in town still and it was a movie and a Midwestern chili dog tater tot casserole for dinner tonight. Both aspects were delightful, albeit in vastly different ways.
Continue reading “Of Mary Shelly and Midwestern Meals”
14,749 Days Alive
Llama made it safely!!! She has currently turned into a pumpkin, and is hopefully getting rest while I finish some homework and work-work.
Continue reading “Of Freezing Weather and Flight Gates”
14,745 Days Alive
65 Hours, Give Or Take, Until Llama Arrives
4th Week of Diagnostic Coding for Medical Billing Starting Tomorrow
3 Chicken Teriyaki Foil Packets
Okay, this time I didn’t fall asleep without posting. I did however get completely sidetracked trying to put my room back together. Brian built the new desk I got off Amazon for me today. You know, the one I’ve been meaning to build for like three weeks now? That one.
Continue reading “Of Foil and Furniture”
14,744 Days Alive
89 Hours, 5 Minutes Until Llama Arrives!
53 Days Until the Gregorian New Year
2 33 1/3 (LP) Records Listened to Today
1 Pan of Challah Bread Pudding Made
I knocked it out of the park today! Baking, at least. Desk still is not built, but Brian said he would help me oh tomorrow with it.
Continue reading “Of Snickerdoodle Frosties and Snowfall”
14,743 Days Alive
5 Days and Counting Until Llama Comes to Visit
1 Desk STILL Not Put Together
For some reason I cannot fathom, I am having the hardest damn time getting to building my new desk. I need someone to sit with me. My brain just needs someone to parallel and yammer at. I am not good with silence right now.
Continue reading “Of Expenses and Experiences”
14,720 Days Alive
21 Days Till My Library Ebook Is Due
Okay, this is basically just a “not dead, busy reading” post.
I just had the copy of Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab pop up as available for download from the library.
There goes at least the next hour of my life.
Take your meds, folks!
14,715 Days Alive
2.9 Hours Billed Today for Work
4 Homework Assignments Done
1 Extra Credit Assignment Done
Both Benny and Spock seem to be running around chasing shadows. Or a bug. Either way, they’re dashing about, each singing.
Continue reading “Of Filings and Feline Singing”
14,714 Days Alive
10.6 Billed Hours at Work Today
3 Hours Spent Rearranging Furniture
1 Tired Me
We were actually able to get the living room under control today. Meaning: that we unloaded everything off of the metal shelf in the corner, moved to the shelf, and then slowly put everything back. Oh, and shoved the couch, armchair, both end tables, and the television into place.
Continue reading “Of Living Rooms and Light”
14,713 Days Alive
6 Pieces of Corn Cake
1 Silly Cat
I’ve been having one of those days where reality doesn’t quite seem to be fitting what I need to accomplish.
Continue reading “Of Corn Cake and Candy”
14,711 Days Alive
6 Current Drafts of a Mission Statement for My Soon-To-Be-Formed LLC
4 Hours of Sleep.
I’m in a manic episode. But I’m giving myself emotional fucking whiplash coz I’ll be up for six hours, depressed for a few hours, and then manic again for another 6-10 hours.
Continue reading “Of Mania and Muddled Words”
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