Of Tears and Thieves

November 1, 2022 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,641 Days Alive

503 Words Written for NaNoWriMo Today

$133 For a Tow to the Auto Shop

1 Stolen Catalytic Converter

I’m so upset.

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Of Rows and Resignation

September 15, 2022 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,593 Days Alive

2 Sore Feet

I almost walked out of work due to an incident with a customer tonight. But, pride can crumble so long as I get paid.

It’s a sad state I’m in.

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Of Trying and Tarot

April 14, 2022 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,439 Days Alive

I really don’t have much to say tonight.

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Of Budgeting and Boredom

April 7, 2022 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,432 Days Alive

946 Days Straight on Duolingo

I’m… I don’t know.

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Of Chips and Change

March 7, 2022 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,401 Days Alive

Welp, I have officially been made to feel completely overwhelmed at work.

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Of Disappointment and Dinner

February 14, 2022 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,380 Days Alive

1 Missed Opportunity

I’m not doing too great this evening.

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Of Alcohol and Air

October 22, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,265 Days Alive

Today is what Sherlock’s Mycroft would call a “danger night”.

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Of Exasperation and Exhaustion

September 14, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,227 Days Alive

I got at least six hours of sleep. Probably more like a full eight; but I’m still exhausted.

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Of Anger and Acceptance

March 25, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

13,052 Days Alive

So I’ve been doing some research. And I’m livid. Not mad, not pissed off, fucking livid. Because this new diagnosis? It basically means that I’m fucking broken due to trauma experienced in my past.

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Of Fury and Fear

January 7, 2021January 8, 2021 ~ Theodora Vanyar ~ Leave a comment

12,976 Days Alive

2 Pieces of Naan Eaten

1 Massive Crying Jag

I sat in my car and cried when I got home from work today. I’m so afraid of losing my job. I’m so frustrated that it seems like I’m not getting a second stimulus payment. I’m so tired of being tired again.

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