12,503 Days Alive
40 Day Streak on Duolingo
6 Weeks Till November
2 Fall Wreathes Made
1st Day Of Autumn
I made a thing!
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Category: Sleep Deprivation
Chicken, Cards, and Cacophonous Laughter
12,475 Days Alive
8,142 Books to Read
We’re playing Cards Against Humanity at the kitchen table with our friend Rea, my Darling Wife, and Tink.
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12,353 Days Alive
7,364 Books to Read
16 Hours Awake and Counting
5 Sunflowers
1 Strange Accomplishment
Did y’all know I’m a recovered vegetarian? While I was homeless, or in a state of weird mental spiral, I exerted what control I could over my life, mainly, by not eating meat. And after the thing with the chickens, I couldn’t eat bone in without nausea and disgust.
Terrifically Caffeinated Terribly Tired This Tuesday
12,352 Days Alive
7,361 Books to Read
23 Days Streak on Duolingo
8 Cups of Coffee
7 Analog Books to Read
6 Hours with Contacts In
1 Tired Me
I am so worried about the endless fatigue lately. I had eight cups of coffee today and still nearly fell asleep standing up.
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Sleep Needed
No spoons. I will write tomorrow.
Take your meds.
Slightly Sleepless Sunday
12,236 Days Alive
2 Cups of Tea I Forgot to Make
1 Hour Slept
1 Project Finished
1 Project Restarted
I’m still feeling terrible. But I have work tomorrow and I have my voice back. Steph, the poor dear, is still plague riddled as well.
Wretched.
12,234 Days Alive
4th Day Feeling Awful
Still feeling like mildly microwaved death. Apparently it’s just a cold.
But between lack of sleep from coughing and bad reactions to cold meds, I literally want to curl up and stop existing.
And now I’m crying over soap.
March’s Final Friday Jr
12,226 Days Alive
7,221 Books to Read
3 Days Till We Meet Baby Bubble
2 Pairs of Glasses on the Way
1 Stressful Day
Happy Thursday, y’all. Today sucked.
Empty Cup
12,218 Days Alive
105 Days Since Daddy’s Death
1 Psych Appointment
I went to the psychologist today; got a new prescription for Abilify that couldn’t be filled until tomorrow.
I feel like…an avocado someone scooped out to make guacamole with. Wrung out. Exhausted.
I reached out to a few people today. Most with success. But now I need to try to sleep because I am bone deep levels of tired.
Take your meds, folks.
Insomnia Interlude 10
12,209 Days Alive
It’s my own fault I’m awake. I should not have napped for three hours this afternoon. But I literally lost functional Brian power because I was so tired.
I’ve taken my meds. I’ve eaten dinner, twice if you count the frozen meal.
I need to pick up more low-spoon meals. Like some damn veggie crumbles and make a mess of taco meat with them. And just have frozen taco meat to add to eggs or a salad or into a low carb quesadilla.
That’s a good plan. A mix of meat and not-meat pre-made taco meat. Maybe I can make myself a meal plan?
Something to make sure I actually eat. It is far too easy to feel like I don’t deserve it.
Thank goodness for friends like my Darling Wife, J, Eli, and Tink. They can tempt me with food when I don’t feel like existing.
