13,869 Days Alive
Edit: forgot to hit post.
I’m in so much pain I’m afraid to eat dinner.
Continue reading “Of Meals and Misery”Of Meals and Misery
Category: Work
Of Parties and Pasta
13,863 Days Alive
1 Birthday Cake Ordered
Well, I had a panic attack today. Because I ordered myself a birthday cake. It’s from a mom and pop bakery near where J and Beau live.
Continue reading “Of Parties and Pasta”Of Ravioli and Rest
13,856 Days Alive
Mellon made dinner this evening. Oven-baked raviolis with zucchini and marinara sauce. It was amazing.
Continue reading “Of Ravioli and Rest”Of Texting and Trials
13,853 Days Alive
The Crisis Hotline was less than helpful today. They hung up on me when I called. But I’m going to assume technical difficulties.
I’m still here. I’m taking my meds, reaching out to talk to people when I’m struggling.
That’s all I’ve got today.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Mexican and Mistakes
13,849 Days Alive
1 Missing Mexican Pizza
Mellon tried to be sweet today and surprise me with Tacos Bell for lunch, since we both had this holiday Monday off. It… didn’t go well, thanks to the carelessness of no doubt over worked, and underpaid, food service workers.
Continue reading “Of Mexican and Mistakes”Of Nuggets and Not Napping
13,847 Days Alive
31% Through Story Genius
2 Battles Survived During Pathfinder
I nearly fell asleep at the table while the guys were playing Magic today. I don’t know why I am so tired.
Continue reading “Of Nuggets and Not Napping”Of Noodles and Notebooks
13,842 Days Alive
1 Cup Of Noodles Eaten
I am still working on getting through Story Genius and re-hammering out the story for my novel, Midnight Calls.
Continue reading “Of Noodles and Notebooks”Prompt Answer: Career Path
What is your career plan?
It’s less a path, more a seldom-navigated deer track in the woods. I have a day job that I might turn into a career.
But in my heart of hearts, I want to be a published author. I want to sell my stories and be able to support myself.
Writing is my love.
Of Typewriters and Talking
13,831 Days Alive
2 Slices of Pizza Eaten
I talked J into buying an old typewriter today! Mellon and I are also talking about going to see them and Charles for the weekend before my birthday in late June.
Continue reading “Of Typewriters and Talking”Of Sour Stomach and Stress
13,830 Days Alive
1 Ongoing Sour Stomach
I’m still feeling wretched. Physically, emotionally. But at least I still love my job and have a great support system.
Continue reading “Of Sour Stomach and Stress”Prompt Answer: Just One Day
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
A job I’d like to do for just one day, just to fulfill my childhood dream, is be a bartender at a tiny, hole in the wall, nowheresville bar. Just once.
I wanted so badly to be a great server and bartender when I was growing up. My mom worked at TGIFriday’s when I was a kid and somewhere in the world is a picture of little six or seven year old me wearing her uniform shirt like a dress.
Of Misery and Muttering
13,828 Days Alive
1 Migraine
I called out of work today due to migraine. My head is still killing me but the halo is gone.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Hurting and Hunger
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