13,510 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
I took Cleo to Moreno’s Bakery in Brandon. It’s one of my favorite places to go when I’m in that area.
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Category: Insomnia
Of Rain and Reality
13,509 Days Alive
1 Dinner of Sushi and Tempura Cheesecake
I’m stressed. Everyone in my “inner circle” know why.
Continue reading “Of Rain and Reality”Of Writing and Water
13,485 Days Alive
3 Brown Outs So Far Tonight
1 Lovely Day
Oh man, I broke 25,000 words on Midnight Calls today and I am SO proud of myself!!
Continue reading “Of Writing and Water”Of Snoozing and Supernatural
13,484 Days Alive
6 Weeks, 5 Days till the Move
5 Episodes of Supernatural Watched
1 Accidental Nap
After how poorly I slept last night, I am in no way shocked that I ended up falling asleep with Spock this afternoon.
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Of Projects and Pressure
13,483 Days Alive
1,200 Miles to Go
6 Weeks, 6 Days Till the Move
I can’t believe how quickly time is flying. I need to start paring down my wardrobe to pack and transport.
Continue reading “Of Projects and Pressure”Of Concern and Covid
13,473 Days Alive
Day One of Quarantine
Well, it finally happened. The plague has come to our home.
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13,471 Days Alive
5+ Billed Hours at Work Today
I busted my ass off today at work. I’m not sure that it’ll help in the long run, but eh. I tried.
Continue reading “Of Ghosts and Goals”Of Sleep and Sentiment
13,470 Days Alive
Today was a tired day. I slept until after noon today, recovering from the long week and being so social on Saturday.
Continue reading “Of Sleep and Sentiment”Of Working and Wednesday
13,466 Days Alive
I am utterly exhausted. But despite going to bed an hour ago, I’ve not been able to fall asleep.
Continue reading “Of Working and Wednesday”Of Buffalo Chicken and Bruises
13,458 Days Alive
I still have a gnarly-looking bruise from where I got my shot this past weekend. And my arm still hurts. I hate being an adult sometimes.
Continue reading “Of Buffalo Chicken and Bruises”Of Petulance and Pot Pies
13,451 Days Alive
11 Weeks, 3 Days Till Moving Day
1 Disgusting Chicken Pot Pie Eaten
I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stand chicken pot pies these days. I’d rather beef or something.
Continue reading “Of Petulance and Pot Pies”Of Panic and Painting with Diamonds
13,449 Days Alive
If you’re someone new to this little corner of the universe, I have a lot of mental health issues. And some of them are kicking my ass and then handing it back to me on a platter.
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