12,948 Days Alive
9 Days of Writing
I feel run over today. It’s just low energy because of my cycle I’m sure, but every little thing seemed an uncontrollable situation.
Continue reading “Of Hook and Health”12,948 Days Alive
9 Days of Writing
I feel run over today. It’s just low energy because of my cycle I’m sure, but every little thing seemed an uncontrollable situation.
Continue reading “Of Hook and Health”12,917 Days Alive
1 Finished Blanket
I finally finished Sparrow‘s Seaside Blanket!
Continue reading “Of Seaside and Spookiness”12,211 Days Alive
2,526 Yards is Yarn to Make into a Blanket
1 Migraine
Not doing great brain wise, so this will be brief. Starting the blanket for my niece, Baby Bubble, tonight. Basic pattern is here.
Hung out with Amy, at our place. Watched the first episode of Umbrella Academy.
I’m in need of sleep. G’night folks. Take your meds.
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.
Continue reading “Muddled, Medicated, and Mildly Meditative”
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.
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.