Of Vodka and Victory

December 9, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,313 Days Alive

1 Beef and Bean Burrito Eaten

I’m absolutely exhausted. Like, fell asleep at my desk on my lunch break tired.

I’m not quite okay, either. It’s a “I wish the water I was drinking was vodka” kinda night. But victory was mine, as I stayed sober.

I’m going to bed.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Air-Frying and Aspirations

December 7, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,311 Days Alive

41 Holiday Cards to Finish

19 Holiday Cards Made

1 Fried, Scrambled, and Aching Brain

I wanted to star/finish the other forty-two cards tonight. They’re all I need to make this holiday season, down from over a hundred.

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Of Pot Pie and Peculiarities

December 6, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,310 Days Alive

10 Hour Work Day

1 Sour Stomach

I’m not feeling well after a very, very long day.

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Of Cousins and Cats

November 26, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,300 Days Alive

815 Days Straight on Duolingo

14 Years Since I Last Saw Cousin Wixor

3 New Cats I’ve Made Friends With

1 New Book of Shadows

So I got to reunite with my “cousin“ Wixor today. We’ve not seen one another since 2007.

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Of Takeout and Tea

November 17, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

23,870 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,291 Days Alive

7 Days Till Chicago!

I am exhausted. But I got to have a cup of tea after work, which was nice.

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Of Words and Weariness

November 12, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

17,439 / 50,000 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,286 Days Alive

I have to be up early tomorrow to take Spock to the vet. I’m down to a seven on the pain scale, but it still feels like slogging through half-frozen molasses.

I’m for bed. Take your meds, folks.

Of Pizza Bread and Pain

November 11, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

15,932 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,285 Days Alive

801 Days Straight on Duolingo

My pain levels are on day three of seven to eight. I felt like shit all day and I really don’t know what caused this flare up.

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Of Agony and Acceptance

November 9, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

14,425 Words Written for NaNoWriMo

13,283 Days Alive

14 Hours Awake

2 Chalupas Eaten

I am in fucking agony. All of me hurts and I don’t know why. The weather? My meds need adjustment? The higher power remind me that I can be nerfed from orbit or just betrayed by my own body?

Whatever it is, it’s sucks and I’m curling up with the heating pad and sobbing.

I’ll hydrate once I’m sure I can keep it down.

Take your meds, folks.