12,443 Days Alive
I got a lot accomplished at work today. But jeeze am I fried. How is it only Tuesday?
Tiring Tuesday
Tag: Bipolar Disorder
Packing and Pictures
12,442 Days Alive
8,130 Books to Read
3rd Day Of My Adventure
Currently Reading: Bohemian RhapsoDIE
I need sleep.
There And Eventually Back Again
12,441 Days Alive
2nd Day Of Traveling Adventure
I’ve never related more to Bilbo Baggins in my life.
Except instead of handkerchiefs left at home, it’s yarn and cats.
Saturday Night Silence
12,440 Days Alive
1st Day Of the Traveling Adventure
Somehow, I’ve nothing to say. There is so much to talk about but my mind is just… silent.
I’m not anxious, at least not more than usual.
I’ve nothing to say. Good night.
Missed Entry: Missing School
Apparently I forgot to post this.
12,439 Days Alive
No Spoons
My brain fog is pretty bad today. I find it a little ironic at times. Why? College.
A Savory Spell for Protection
Say you’re going through a rough patch and could use a little protection. (Like me!)
Why not use an edible spell?
Worthless Wednesday
12,437 Days Alive
295 Days Since Diagnosis
I spent the entire day in bed with a migraine. Couldn’t go to work, couldn’t even keep down water until after four pm. Not a good day. Continue reading “Worthless Wednesday”
Soporific Sunday
12,434 Days Alive
3 Pork Ribs Eaten
1 Diet Root Beer Drank
I’m not feeling well, so I’ll be brief. Continue reading “Soporific Sunday”
Girl’s Day Out
12,433 Days Alive
8,112 Books to Read
5,559 Steps Today
1 Minor Anxiety Attack
Today was a day for the gals.
Fumbled Shuffle
12,431 Days Alive
Zero Spoons
Today is one of those days where I tried to shuffle the cards of my life and just ended up playing fifty one pickup and now I’m searching for the last metaphoric card.
Still out of Spoons
Tried to be social tonight, ended up getting sick at the bar from a weird combo of anxiety and exhaustion.
I’m so tired.
Sunday Crocheting
12,427 Days Alive
8,112 Books to Read
$494.90 Spent On Lyrica
Spent the day napping, crying over cost of meds and in gratitude for my wife, and playing with watercolors and yarn.
The cost of my Lyrica is $500 a month. Out of pocket. Until September.
Fucking wonderful.
Drowning Saturday
12,426 Days Alive
7 Minutes and Counting with Hiccups
2 Cookies Eaten
I need space to be unhappy. To be miserable. My Darling Wife allows me this, as do the friends I hold dear.
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