Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,423 Days Alive
2 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches Eaten
1 Long, Bad Day
I am a grump. I tried to take a nap in my car to get over the grump after a very, very disappointing phone call.
Continue reading “Of Grilled Cheese and Grumpiness”
13,422 Days Alive
I really am craving chocolate. I’m currently suffering through the latest round of getting run over by my menstrual cycle. It sucks.
Continue reading “Of Brownies and Bothersome”
13,419 Days Alive
933 Days Straight on Duolingo
I’m sixty seven days shy of a thousand in a row on Duolingo. I’m quite proud of myself for that.
Continue reading “Of Spanish and Surviving”
13,416 Days Alive
I’m trying to tackle Mount Clean Clothes. Which is especially difficult for me because I am utterly exhausted by the time I get home.
Continue reading “Of Laundry and Laughing”
13,415 Days Alive
I got home from visiting Bill6 and J early noonish today. Spock was most displeased that I had been gone.
Continue reading “Of Dates and Denny’s”
13,412 Days Alive
I’m up in Inverness visiting Bill6 and J and we’re planning on role playing tomorrow some time.
Continue reading “Of Lennox and Laughter”
13,411 Days Alive
4 Rows Crocheted on the Current WIP
1 Video Chat
It’s nearly the weekend and, gods, could I not be more grateful.
Continue reading “Of Rows and Rumblings”
13,409 Days Alive
My fibro is kicking my ass now that I’m trying to cut out caffeine. I fell asleep at my desk on lunch again today.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
13,408 Days Alive
My shoulders hurt despite thirty minutes of Yoga stretches. My stomach hates any pressure that isn’t a heating pad on it.
Some wild shit is going on in my life. In family, in friends, in potential paramours.
I’m stick-a-fork-in-me done with today.
Take your meds, folks.
13,407 Days Alive
I loathe Daylight Savings Time. Entirely. I don’t get why we cling to some archaic vestige of candlelight-driven history.
Continue reading “Of Time and Target”
13,406 Days Alive
I tried a coffee-infused hard beverage tonight. Just a sip. It tasted…. Well, much like the pesto-flatbread, I didn’t care for it.
Continue reading “Of Pizza and Pabst”
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