12,386 Days Alive
7,984 Ebooks to Read
1 Mild Headache
I’m physically, mentally, emotionally, and fiscally wiped out by the last week. I’m glad it’s a new week.
Monday, But Weekend Flavored
Tag: Money
Terrifically Productive Thursday
12,382 Days Alive
7,979 EBooks To Read
13 Regular Books to Read
1 Shadow Headache
I’m trying not to cave to the migraine that has been knocking on my brain since earlier this weekend. I’ll have to make sure to pack some imatrex in my bag tonight when I get ready for my little weekend holiday.
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12,366 Days Alive
7,720 Books to Read
1 Metaphoric Spoon Left
I’m still awake somehow. I got some sleep last night, but it feels like of no quality.
Zero Clues
12,224 Days Alive
7,201 Books to Read
489 Dollars Needed to Buy a New To Me Desktop
5 Rows Done on Grey Day Shawl
Got to have dinner with my father in law and Steph tonight. My Darling Wife made Sausage with peppers and onion. It was amazing.
I’m still kind of fried, emotionally, so I’m challenging myself to try and re-engage.
Contacts
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.
Muddled, Medicated, and Mildly Meditative
12,270 Days Alive
6,422 Books to Read
10 Nuggets Eaten
3rd Doctor Appointment
2 Episodes of Forensic Files
1 Living Room Half Reclaimed
Today was, well, terrible. It ended better than it started.
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Tiring Tuesday… and Tijuana Flats!
12,261 Days Alive
6,011 Ebooks to Read
3 Panic Attacks
2 Books Read
1 Good Meal with a Friend
1 New Author I Adore
So. Doctor’s appointment today. I stress bought 116 free ebooks while waiting for my meds in Publix.
And finished two books that should have reviews coming out soon.
And successfully defeated Mount Laundry.
It’s been a day.
Mixed Message From the Universe
12,344 Days Alive
5,568 Books To Read
10 Chicken Nuggets Eaten
2 Hour Lunch Break Accidentally Taken
Question of the Day: How do you best express your frustration when things go wrong?
Oh boy. Okay. So, today has been a very mixed bag of good and bad.
1 Jan, 2019: Bed, Glorious Bed (And Cats!)
12,341 Days Alive
5,383 Books to Read
6 Current Yarny Projects Still Pending Completion from 2018!
2 Books Being Read
2 Very Happy Kitties
1 AWOL Yule Gift
Ringing in the Gregorian New Year with my Darling Wife and my in-laws was fun! I fully admit I spent most of the evening chatting or crocheting! Steph spent most of the evening loving on Cousin Ashley’s daughter Mini, so her poor arms are sore.
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So Long and Skip-Bo
12,337 Days Alive
5,351 Books to Read
207 Book Reading Challenges To Pick From
6 Days Till the Next Adventure Starts!
5 Games of SkipBo Played
2 Days Left in 2019
>1 Day Till We See J and Bill6 and Give Them Their Belated Yule Gifts
We’re in the home stretch of 2018 here and I have never been so glad to see the back end of a year.
If I had to boil 2018 down and spit out a phrase, it would be “catastrophic amounts of change”.
2019 will be better.
I have to keep telling myself that.
Today was mostly spend struggling to get the hell out of bed.
I’m still having horrific nightmares and flashbacks every damn night. I’m perpetually exhausted. And I’m also stuck in mega fast forward. My entire body hurts. Every joint is in pain and finding a comfortable position sitting or lying down is near impossible. It makes me wish that my CBD pills weren’t $50 a bottle still. And if the visit to get my medical marijuana card wasn’t five times that it would be an option. But now I make less than $2k a month and have to be careful where I expend money.
The weather was nice, at least.
Fog choked skies and smattering of sunshine as my Darling Wife and I raced away from Downtown Tampa towards Deej’s home. Subway was the meal of choice and I heartily enjoyed the tuna salad bowl I got.
The incessant pain made today’s visit a little less fun. I couldn’t help but be uncomfortable but I tried to have fun anyway. We played SkipBo with Deej and their momma. It was fun. And I even won a round!
I’ve got to turn in for the night. My head is honestly killing me.
Take your meds, friends. And never be afraid to ask for help.
Sunny Sunday
Days alive: 12,196
Steps for the day: 1,941
Nightmares had: 2
Naps taken: 1
Baskets of laundry put away: 1
Crochet projects worked on: 1
Still haven’t touched my NaNovel, but today was productive nonetheless. Breakfast, grocery shopping, crocheting; all in all a productive day.
Adventures, Asthma, and An Almost Auto Accident
Days Alive: 12,183
Cups of Tea Had: 1
Tea Bags Shared with New Coworkers: 3
Asthma Attacks: 1, on the way home
Auto Accidents Avoided: 2
Tacos Consumed: 1
Total Word Count for NaNoWriMo: 13,676
Words Remaining: 36,324
I am so sleep deprived. I’ve been up since two am today. Getting through without caffeine has been interesting.
Oh! And I nearly got into a head on collision when someone decided the light wasn’t red enough and they ran it. I jerked my car into the bike lane/right turn lane and managed not to hit anyone. But, the sudden stop and resulting constriction of the seat belt, as well as the anxiety of it, triggered a mild asthma attack. But I’m home now, had my inhaler on me, and I’m fine. No one was hurt, other than my chest a bit. And no one else hit me during my evasive maneuvers.
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Happy Hallows 2018!
Days alive: 12, 178
Costumes worn: 1
Frappucino Enjoyed: 1
Work paperwork done: 16 pages
Goal word count for today: 5,000
Days until NaNoWriMo: 11 hours and counting!
Days until I start my next adventure: 5
People who got my costume: 0
Times I’ve said “Happy Halloween!”: 37 and counting
Happiest of gestation escape anniversary to my dearest friend J! May they have an amazing day/wedding anniversary!
I’m dressed as a certain Hobbit gentleman today, though the lack of proper binder just rather makes me feel like a fat chick trying to look like a dude. But I guess I look cute. I get to wear my orange corduroy trousers at least. And The One Ring. So that’s fun.
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