14,961 Days Alive
I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
14,961 Days Alive
I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
14,959 Days Alive
144 Miles to Drive Tomorrow Morning
13 Homework Assignments Done Tonight
3 Mild Italian Sausage Meatballs Eaten with Dinner
Tomorrow morning at bright o’clock, which here translates to approximately eight a.m., I will be trundling down the road for two plus hours to go see Owl and her parliament of chaos.
Continue reading “Of Demolition and Determination”14,958 Days Alive
66 Days Since My Last Post
4 Migraines in That Time Period
1 New Romantic Partner
I had stepped away from Postmark Wonderland, intending to take a day or two break from posting. That was two months ago.
Continue reading “Of Procrastination and Perfect Times”14,757 Days Alive
36 Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies Made
18 Ounces of Peanut Butter
1 Cookie Eaten
Son of a bitch. Guess who forgot to hit post again?
I have a social event tomorrow morning in the form of meeting up with L at the local AMC Theater to go see a matinee showing of Brendan Fraser’s new film, Rental Family. I am super excited about it!
Continue reading “Of Recipes and Rest”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”14,737 Days Alive
2 Trays of Potato Nachos Made for Dinner
1 Panic Attack
I am trying not to doom-spiral right now. I’m worried what the future will bring. I’m doing my best. I’m using the limited resources available to me. But gods is it hard.
Continue reading “Of Potatoes and Present”14,736 Days Alive
I’m still not doing all right today. I did however make an absolutely delicious chicken Alfredo casserole with frozen ravioli. Ridiculously delicious.
I’m really struggling right now and I’m doing the best I can. All I can do is keep going. I really don’t know what else to do.
Happiest of birthdays to my darling, dear friend J. And happy Halloween to everyone else!
Take your meds, folks.
14,734 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
11 Subpoenas Drafted for Work
1 Possible Contract Job
Today was one of those days where I stayed up far too late last night. I mean, I was still awake at 6:27 AM. And I don’t know why. I just couldn’t get my brain to shut off.
Continue reading “Of Gwenders and Grumpiness”14,732 Days Alive
$277.14 in the Red Still
4 Episodes of Murder She Wrote Watched
2 Meetings Tomorrow
I am not doing so well today. I’m sober. I’ve taken all my meds, and even ate three meals. But I’m not okay.
Continue reading “Of Worries and Writing”14,731 Days Alive
1 Week into the Actual Coding Class
So this week is Halloween week. That means on Friday it is Bill6 and J’s 10th wedding anniversary, it is also J’s birthday, and the witch’s new year.
Continue reading “Of Birthdays and Bilateral Bursitis”14,727 Days Alive
11 Documents to Generate for a Client
7 Days Till I Get Paid Again
5 Episodes of Blown Away Watched
Okay, so my hands are in agony right now. To the point where they were just red and cracking and hurt to even breathe on them. I got help from Lucian and Brian, thankfully.
Continue reading “Of Cracked Hands and Cash Flow”14,725 Days Alive
6 Crying Breakdowns Today
1 Massive Headache
It rained today, off and on. And tomorrow it’s supposed to be in the forties all day. Glorious weather. Not doing well, but doing my best. I have to ask a friend for grocery help again. I fucking hate it.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
14,724 Days Alive
2,512 Days Since My Dad Passed Away
9 Courses Until I Finish My Degree
7 Years Gone in December
Hey, friends. This ain’t a happy entry, for the most part. No offenses taken if you skip this one.
Continue reading “Of Bereavement and Breathing”