Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
15,083 Days Alive
83 Applications Submitted
3 Days Since My Last Interview
My roommate Miah is away for another day or so and their dear kitty, Gracie, has decided I am an adequate substitute for affection. She’s a tiny, loud, adorable little ball of fluff and will head butt you for attention.
Continue reading “Of Grace and Gracie”
15,081 Days Alive
19 Minutes One Way to My Job Interview
3 Candles Lit in Prayer
My interview at a local law firm went excellent this morning. I should know by Wednesday if and where I would be working at this place. Everyone wish me luck!
Continue reading “Of Hair Color and Hopes Up”
15,080 Days Alive
I have an interview tomorrow at a local law firm. I really hope I get the job. I dont do well without the structure a job provides. I feel at loose ends.
Continue reading “Of Dog Parks and Decisions”
15,077 Days Alive
>12 Hours Until My Interview
1 Very Bad Pain Day
I got up before seven this morning to make sure Owl was awake on time for a meeting she had at way too early in the morning. Then, I laid down to catch a little more sleep. And then a thunderclap headache ripped me from sleep.
Continue reading “Of Thunderclap Headaches and Thursdays”
15,053 Days Alive
15 Days Till I See My Florida Fam
13/32 Motifs Finished
1 No Good, Horrible, Very Bad Day Brightened By a Work Friend
I forgot my lunch today. I also fucking started bleeding again, which is some utter bullshit. I was grumpy and out of sorts and one minute late to work today. It just wasn’t a good day.
Until it was.
Continue reading “Of Compassion and Carrots”
15,046 Days Alive
47 Minutes Spent Cleaning Up My Room with Owl as my Body Double
22 Days to Finish the Surprise Daisy Cardigan for Grandma Gator
22 Days Until My Commencement Trip
11/38 Daisy Motifs Made
2 Packets of Garlic and Herb Tuna Eaten for Dinner that Benny the Cat Tried to Help Me Eat
Drove the 144 miles from Owl’s place in Illinois back to Madison today. Only a few more weeks and I’ll be living there full time. The same amount of time until my commencement trip.
Continue reading “Of Travel and Tuna Breath”
15,040 Days Alive
94 Days till Hanukkah
77 Days Since Spock Passed Away
65 Days Since I Turned 41
0 Days Since I’ve Broken Down Crying
I miss him so fucking much. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair. I got sixteen years with my beloved Spockeroni, but my love for him is now grief, as grief is love with nowhere to go.
I’m going to bed. Happy start of the -ber months, y’all.
Take your meds, folks.
15,037 Days Alive
1 Great Act of Kindness
I ordered my cap and gown for graduation!!! I am so damn excited for graduation. I didn’t get chosen for speaking, but I’m actually quite okay with that.
Continue reading “Of Coffee and Caps”
15,035 Days Alive
Today was not a good day. Tomorrow should be better.
Take your meds, folks.
15,034 Days Alive
138 Miles to Drive from Work to the Parliament of Chaos
9 Tim Burton Comfort Films Watched in the Last Month
4 Specific Movies to Watch Planned (9 to 5, Clue, Steel Magnolias, and Muppet Treasure Island)
2 Days Until I Travel to the Parliament of Chaos Again
1 Crying Fit at 5am…Again
Life sure is life-ing again. It’s been a month since my last entry. I was trying to get back into the daily habit of blogging but seem to have, at least temporarily, failed.
Continue reading “Of Untimely Demises and Unbearable Weight”
15,003 Days Alive
144+ Miles Driven Today
2 Hours of Country for Car Karaoke Sung Along To
Owl and I fell asleep cuddling and watching an early collection of The Great British Baking Show. As such, I left almost an hour later than I usually do to go back to Madison. I am… toast after this weekend.
Continue reading “Of Caterwauling and Cuddles”
15,002 Days Alive
313 Miles Travelled Today
2 Chicago-Style Hot Dogs Eaten
Trigger warnings: loss of pet, grief, depression
I miss my Spock. He passed away, in my arms, on the 16th of June. Five weeks and I am still devastated. He was 16 and will be greatly, greatly missed.
Continue reading “Of Passing and Packing”
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.
