Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,961 Days Alive
I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
14,960 Days Alive
1,085 Days Since My Mother’s Death
I am down in Illinois visiting my girlfriend Owl and I realized that I genuinely feel like she is a supportive partner, not a child masquerading as an adult. It’s a rather glorious realization.
Continue reading “Of Brute Strength and Blessings”
14,959 Days Alive
144 Miles to Drive Tomorrow Morning
13 Homework Assignments Done Tonight
3 Mild Italian Sausage Meatballs Eaten with Dinner
Tomorrow morning at bright o’clock, which here translates to approximately eight a.m., I will be trundling down the road for two plus hours to go see Owl and her parliament of chaos.
Continue reading “Of Demolition and Determination”
14,958 Days Alive
66 Days Since My Last Post
4 Migraines in That Time Period
1 New Romantic Partner
I had stepped away from Postmark Wonderland, intending to take a day or two break from posting. That was two months ago.
Continue reading “Of Procrastination and Perfect Times”
14,892 Days Alive
6 Eggs Scrambled for Dinner
3 Mini Waffles Eaten
1 Doctor Appointment Tomorrow
I am out of energy today. Happy Easter to those who celebrate it. Happy Sunday to those that don’t. And happy birthday to my SIL, Bubbles.
14,891 Days Alive
152 Miles Driven Today to Meet Up With Uncle Comic
49 Words Per Minute Typed Going Moderately Slow
12.5 Hours Till the 221B Weekly Write In!
1 Accidental Nap
My jaw is doing the thing where it keeps randomly clenching bilaterally. I assume it’s because of anxiety, because solo trips, more than about 45 minutes have a tendency to make me anxious.
Continue reading “Of Audiobooks and Anxiety”
14,890 Days Alive
11 Hours Til I Meet Up With Uncle Comic
We got out of work early today since it is Good Friday. I haven’t ever really been in a family that religiously observed Easter, so I’m not quite sure what I should expect when I am traveling tomorrow morning.
Continue reading “Of Changed Plans and Challenges”
14,889 Days Alive
4 Layers of Clothing Soaked Through Getting from My Vehicle to the Front Door
1 Spilled Cup of Slightly Splenda-Sweetened Sweet Tea
Physics defeated me this evening by reminding me that an object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon otherwise. What does that mean? My hand, and a good square foot of my bedroom carpet, got covered in diabetic-friendly sweet tea.
Continue reading “Of Tea Spills and Torrential Downpours”
14,888 Days Alive
20,095 Hours Until I Turn 41 Years Old
94 Days Until I Finish My College Classes
4.0 GPA
We watched the successful Artemis II launch today. I was kind of distracted because of the amount of physical pain I’ve been in the last couple of days.
Continue reading “Of Artemis II and Assimilation”
14,887 Days Alive
It’s been a while.
I’m not sorry I’ve been done for a bit, but I do apologize if I worried anyone with my sudden absence. I was fried. Still am, still struggling. Doing the best I can.
Take your meds, folks.
14,807 Days Alive
1 Closet in Desperate Need of a Clean Up
The photo you see is me taking a step back, looking at the monster hellscape that has become my closet, and nearly crying.
I’m going to tackle it today. Pray for me.
And take your meds, folks!
14,806 Days Alive
$23.87 Spent at the Movie Theater
As I mentioned last night, Lucian and I went to the movies this evening. Yes I am absolutely exhausted. I am also in a wonderful mood even though my left hip is screaming in pain from the stupid bursitis and sitting still for too long.
Continue reading “Of Buttered Popcorn and Bold Choices”
14,805 Days Alive
102 Minutes of Labyrinth Enjoyed with Rose
$23.87 For a Large Popcorn, a Large Drink, and a Pack of Twizzlers
Okay, first things first: seeing Labyrinth in an actual movie theater with Rose was awesome! I made Rose absolutely lose her mind with laughter at the noise I made when I saw the price of a movie snack combo. Like, that’s maybe a dollar less than what it cost to feed Lucian, Brian, and I on a Taco Bell run.
Continue reading “Of Dance Magic Dance and Damn”
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