Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,267 Days Alive
2.23 Miles Walked Today
1 Amazing and Awesome Day
Elle Jay, Reffie, and I spent a good thirteen to fourteen hours together today. I am the good kind of sore and exhausted that means I was proper active today.
Continue reading “Of Rain and the Ringling”
13,266 Days Alive
I’m tired. Suffice it to say that today was a good day.
Continue reading “Of Cider and Celebration”
13,265 Days Alive
Today is what Sherlock’s Mycroft would call a “danger night”.
Continue reading “Of Alcohol and Air”
13,262 Days Alive
Quick post: super depressed. Air conditioning isn’t working. Got an ice pack out for the cat because it’s 86 degrees in here.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
13,257 Days Alive
9 Hours Worked
2 Chalupas Eaten
Spock was super feisty when I finally got home from work today. Just in an unusually playful mood. It was cute.
Continue reading “Of Packing and Playfulness”
13,256 Days Alive
I’m exhausted and I was gone from 7:30a.m. to 6:30 p.m. today, so I will keep this brief.
Continue reading “Of Packages and Problems”
13,255 Days Alive
I tried to have a sandwich for dinner today. It didn’t work out. The damned unopened lunch meat had fuzzy green and black mold on it. Which is both gross and disappointing.
Continue reading “Of Mold and Minds”
13,254 Days Alive
770 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Mildly Unwell Me
So, I have been feeling off kilter all day. Just…not good. Sour stomach, cramping, and just blah. I come home and decide, on a whim, to take my blood sugar level.
Continue reading “Of Sugar and Spookiness”
13,253 Days Alive
I was up way too early this morning. For a good reason, at least, but still up early. I met my old friend from high school, Megan, for breakfast at a favorite restaurant of mine called “Brunchies”.
Continue reading “Of Shadows and Spicy Chicken”
13,252 Days Alive
Monday is Indigenous People’s Day. Because an absolute fuck you to Christopher Columbus and his genocidal ilk.
Continue reading “Of Ice Cream and Indigenous Peoples”
13,250 Days Alive
I’m feeling sad tonight. I don’t quite know why. I feel like some things have slipped through my fingers, lately.
Maybe I’m working too much overtime and I’m just burnt out?
Continue reading “Of Goals and Goodbyes”
13,249 Days Alive
765 Days Straight on Duolingo
I didn’t get home until after six this evening. Mr. Spock was quite upset at the lateness of his dinner. But if I want to catch up, as well as knock out the forty-five minute training as I did, staying late is a necessity.
I also have to go in by seven-thirty tomorrow morning. So I’m for bed here shortly.
I’m too burnt out to read. I wanted to get another chapter of The Talented Mr. Ripley read this evening, but my brain was having none of it.
And as for crafting? My hands hurt too much to crochet further. I’m gonna do one of the aftercare things Reffie taught me for my hands and take some anti-inflammatory meds.
So I guess that’s it. I’m going to bed and praying the weekend comes quickly.
Take your meds, folks.
13,248 Days Alive
12.5 Rows into Fen’s Rainbow Round Ripple Blanket
2 New To Me Lended Hot Glue Guns
I don’t know what kind of crafter I am that I am just now venturing into hot-glue territory. I’m making commissioned wreathes for the holiday season and I’ve not used a hot glue in in… recent memory.
Like maybe more than a decade?
Continue reading “Of Glue and Good Friends”