14,726 Days Alive
4.0 GPA Still
2 Bean Burritos Eaten
1 Grateful Me
Well. Things got a little less suck-tacular today.
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Category: Out of Spoons
Of Rainfall and Repeated Crying Jags
14,725 Days Alive
6 Crying Breakdowns Today
1 Massive Headache
It rained today, off and on. And tomorrow it’s supposed to be in the forties all day. Glorious weather. Not doing well, but doing my best. I have to ask a friend for grocery help again. I fucking hate it.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Bereavement and Breathing
14,724 Days Alive
2,512 Days Since My Dad Passed Away
9 Courses Until I Finish My Degree
7 Years Gone in December
Hey, friends. This ain’t a happy entry, for the most part. No offenses taken if you skip this one.
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14,723 Days Alive
$485.54 Or More Needed ASAP to Pay Bills and Get My Account into the Positive
-$269.28 in the Bank.
10 Days to Pay My Car Insurance
1 Asthma Attack Last Night
Man. I need to find an anti-evil eye hanger or something for my bedroom. Or cast another spell on the full moon on the 5th of November. Something to get out of this death roll.
Continue reading “Of Invidia and Instrumental Music”Of Anxiety and Alfredo
14,721 Days Alive
303 Job Applications Submitted Since 11 September, 2025
3 Packages of Alfredo-Style Dried Pasta Mix
1 Delicious Dinner
The hell does it say about me that after 50 milligrams of hydroxyzine, I am still peel-me-off-the-ceiling anxious?
Continue reading “Of Anxiety and Alfredo”Of Ebooks and Excellence
14,720 Days Alive
21 Days Till My Library Ebook Is Due
Okay, this is basically just a “not dead, busy reading” post.
I just had the copy of Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab pop up as available for download from the library.
There goes at least the next hour of my life.
Take your meds, folks!
Of Couches and Contentment
14,718 Days Alive
Edit: I fucking forgot to hit post again.
I knocked out after taking pain meds for a killer headache this afternoon. Completely by accident. Spock kept me company on the couch as I rested.
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14,717 Days Alive
16 Steps Down from the First Floor to the Ground Floor
2 Furniture Straps
We finally got the entertainment center into the apartment today! Out of my trunk and down the steps without injury. A lot of cursing and three stops to be able to breathe, but no injuries.
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14,716 Days Alive
27 Minute Work Call at 10:15 p.m
1 Accidental Couch Nap This Afternoon
I have a love of incense and scented candles. I don’t like the sprays, but I love essential oils. There’s particular scents that I have powerful, positive associations with and I blatantly abuse that fact when I’m having a bad brain day.
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14,715 Days Alive
2.9 Hours Billed Today for Work
4 Homework Assignments Done
1 Extra Credit Assignment Done
Both Benny and Spock seem to be running around chasing shadows. Or a bug. Either way, they’re dashing about, each singing.
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14,714 Days Alive
10.6 Billed Hours at Work Today
3 Hours Spent Rearranging Furniture
1 Tired Me
We were actually able to get the living room under control today. Meaning: that we unloaded everything off of the metal shelf in the corner, moved to the shelf, and then slowly put everything back. Oh, and shoved the couch, armchair, both end tables, and the television into place.
Continue reading “Of Living Rooms and Light”Of Corn Cake and Candy
14,713 Days Alive
6 Pieces of Corn Cake
1 Silly Cat
I’ve been having one of those days where reality doesn’t quite seem to be fitting what I need to accomplish.
Continue reading “Of Corn Cake and Candy”Of Mania and Muddled Words
14,711 Days Alive
6 Current Drafts of a Mission Statement for My Soon-To-Be-Formed LLC
4 Hours of Sleep.
I’m in a manic episode. But I’m giving myself emotional fucking whiplash coz I’ll be up for six hours, depressed for a few hours, and then manic again for another 6-10 hours.
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