Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,195 Days Alive
I’ve got a minor toothache and it’s a pain in the… well, mouth actually. But I’ll be fine. I just need to find an in-network dentist that takes whatever insurance I have. It’ll be fine.
Continue reading “Of Toothaches and Trepidation”
14,070 Days Alive
I’ve got to go into work early tomorrow so this will be brief.
Continue reading “Of Esperanto and Exhaustion”
12,221 Days Alive
7,171 Books to Read
3 Episodes of Queer Eye
1 Helping of Bread Pudding from the Pub
I spent the day being productive as hell. The days started with a panic attack at five am. It happens, unfortunately.
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