I don’t like Tuesdays anymore

We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.

I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.

My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.

I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.

I’m kind of over December.

Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.

Exhausted

Days Alive: 12,223

My flight is tomorrow. I’m exhausted. I don’t have much energy to type much.

Garage sale today. Got to see some friends. Spent six hours freezing my buns off in the garage, but had fun with Tink. Been crocheting to keep my mind off things.

Still alive. Coping.

Sorting Through

Days Alive: 12,221

Rooms Cleared: 1

Old Belongings Found: a bunch

Days Left in Austin: 2.5

Nails Chipped: 7 lol

Streak on Duolingo: 23 days

Loads of Laundry Done: 2

My body is currently in protest for all the damn things Tink and I accomplished today. And I nearly broke down crying in the bookstore because that was the first time I have gone to a Half Priced Books store without my father or without calling him to check for which books he was hunting for.

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Today is Not Pretty

Days alive: 12, 179

Day of NaNoWriMo: 1

Words Left to Write Today: 1,310

Words Left to Write for the Month: 49,643

Times I’ve Cried Today: 9

Days Till My Next Adventure: 4

Things I Did other than Write: 19

So far today, I’ve been bizarrely non-productive, or at least busy and not doing what I should be? I’m not having a great mental health day. I barely slept last night. I think I read most of a 100k word count fanfic because I couldn’t bloody sleep.

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Dramatic, Traumatic, and Therapeutic

Days alive: 12,176

Days till NaNoWriMo: 2 and counting!

Crochet projects worked on today: 1

Writing projects worked on today: 2

Lunchtime spent with J: 1

Frappa-Whatzit consumed: 1

Positions resigned: 1

I resigned from my job today. Cried in my car once I got to Moe’s, then again at Starbucks.

It was necessary, but so, so very stressful for me.

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