Days alive: 12,192
Hours slept: not enough
I am awake again. We went to bed a little after 9pm. And for the third night in a row, here I am awake. Aware. Staring at the damned ceiling wishing I was asleep.
Insomnia Interlude 6
Tag: Painting the Roses Red
Revolutions, Reflections, and Reality
Days alive: 12,190
Wedding Anniversary: 1st!
Cats Camped Out For Skritches: 2
Words Written for NaNoWriMo: 0
Words Left to Write: 32,956
Rows Left in Shawl Main Segment: 17
No writing done today. But its our first Wedding Anniversary! We low-keyed this year: Subway and Netflix.
Curry, Chinese, and Chuckling
Days Alive: 12,184
Word Count for NaNoWriMo: 13,765
Words Left to Write: 36,235
Crochet Projects Left at Home: 1
New Things Learned: SO MANY
Phone Calls Answered: 12
Meals with Loved Ones: 2
I will make this brief as I am utterly exhausted. I’m still having trouble sleeping. Between body pain, insomnia, the unexpectedly large amount of walking I do at the new adventure, and various cats singing the song of their people at all hours of the night, I am beyond kaput.
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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Brain Gremlins and Babes
Days alive: 12,182
Words Written for NaNoWriMo So Far: 12,666
Words Left to Write for NaNoWriMo: 37,334
Adventures Had Today: 2
Suicidal Thoughts Today: dozens
Cups of Tea Had: 4 (sweet, chilled kind)
Cats Being Clingy Meowing Jerks: 3
Rough mental day, but I got some pretty nice pictures out of it! Warning, I am currently struggling with suicidal issues. You may want to skip this read.
Tim Burton, Tea, Tornados, and Typing
Days alive: 12,180
Day of NaNoWriMo: 2
Current word count total: 5,5377
Words left till goal: 44,623
So! We had a few tornadoes touch down in Tampa Bay today. Flickered the power for a minute. Might have killed the cat fountain from the surge. And the weather was wicked beautiful today. And I got gifted tea. And made my word count goal!
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.
Stormy Friday
Days alive: 12,173
Sassiness level out of ten: 42
Hours slept: about 5 and change
Crochet projects worked on: 2
Book outline completed: 1
Days till NaNoWriMo: 5 and counting!
Write ins I hope to attend this year: at least 2!
I’m not sure if I’m doing better today. The mental radio is still blaring. Though I am feeling more accomplished, I suppose.
Sunrise and Samhain
Days Alive: 12,164
Ebooks check out from the library: 6
Lipsticks tried: 3
Halloween costumes completed: 1
Jumpsuits owner now: 3
Story elements plotted: many!
Yesterday was fantastically productive. J and I met up after work for a touch of thrifting and some story plotting.
Insomnia Interlude 2
Days alive: 12,149.5
Hours awake: 45 and change.
I was hoping to sleep well tonight. Not so, I guess. New med still screwing with my sleep schedule. Maybe I’ll get some rest tomorrow night.
It was a chill, restful evening after a stomach churning levels of stressful day at work. I’m hoping things will get better soon. I keep wildly vacillating between braking into tears and being so bloody manic/upbeat/cheerful I want to strangle myself just to save everyone else from it.
In other news, I found this gorgeous feather outside of work today. 
I don’t know diddly squat about birds, so I haven’t the foggiest what it could belong to other than “bird”.
Anyway. I’m going to try to sleep at least a little. Or just stare at the inside of my eyelids until my alarm goes off.
Day Three: Lost in the Forest
Days alive: 12,144
Hours slept: > 4
Number of Llewelyn Almanacs: 26
Number of ebooks on kindle: 4,182
Number of ebooks on wishlist: 387
Still tired today. Still feeling small and maladjusted. Still adjusting to the new meds something fierce. I was told, initially, to take them at night since they might have a soporific effect. And, my delightful brain being as it is, said noperoni and cheese to that idea.
Down the Rabbit Hole: Day One.
Days Alive: 12,142.
Pain Number: 4
Hours Slept: 4
Number of unnecessary notebooks purchased today: 1
Chicken nuggets eaten: 19 (I dropped one.)
Days Since Diagnosis: 0
I’m not doing great today. I’m not cheerful. I’m not well rested or ecstatic to be alive.
I got a diagnosis today that I hate. Not cancer. I guess I can be glad about that. And it’s likely the answer to the issues I’ve been having since I have been old enough to know I’ve had problems. Finally having a name possible name for the jabberwocky on my back is an interesting sensation.
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