13,439 Days Alive
I really don’t have much to say tonight.
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Category: Panic Attack
Of Crying and Care
13,438 Days Alive
I spent most of today miserable. Snuck off to cry more than once.
I literally can’t get into why right now, but sufficiently stated: I am under a lot of stress right now.
Continue reading “Of Crying and Care”Of Perseverance and Patience
13,436 Days Alive
950 Days Straight on Duolingo
145 Applications
48 Rejections
5 Interviews
I am tired. See above as to why. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck physically and emotionally.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Andouille and Anxiety
13,433 Days Alive
My anxiety is stuck at a ten. I don’t know why but it’s making my head hurt.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Stress and Sweets
13,431 Days Alive
Two days till payday. It’s a check that is light almost four hundred dollars due to illness, so that sucks.
Continue reading “Of Stress and Sweets”Of Acceptance and Acting Out
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”Of Cars and Cookies
13,425 Days Alive
I’m starting to think that the universe is testing me. What the test is, I’m not sure. But I am also positive I’m passing it so far.
Continue reading “Of Cars and Cookies”Of Brownies and Bothersome
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”Of Rows and Rumblings
13,411 Days Alive
4 Rows Crocheted on the Current WIP
1 Video Chat
It’s nearly the weekend and, gods, could I not be more grateful.
Continue reading “Of Rows and Rumblings”Of Wednesday and Weirdness
13,410 Days Alive
Today was an off-kilter day. My stomach still hurts. Work is driving me up a wall.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Sour Stomachs and Stress
13,408 Days Alive
My shoulders hurt despite thirty minutes of Yoga stretches. My stomach hates any pressure that isn’t a heating pad on it.
Some wild shit is going on in my life. In family, in friends, in potential paramours.
I’m stick-a-fork-in-me done with today.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Caution and Care
13,404 Days Alive
919 Days Straight on Duolingo
I don’t have the spoons to run through today’s idiocy at work. Suffice it to say I have coworkers that support the hate-riddled legislation being passed in Texas and Florida.
Continue reading “Of Caution and Care”Of Conversations and Clattering
23,073 Words Written Total on Midnight Calls
13,403 Days Alive
918 Days Straight on Duolingo
I’ve gotten leas than a hundred words written today. But I did do some writing.
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