Tag: Spock

Of No Spoons and No Traction

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14,777 Days Alive

14 Days Until Christmas Day

4 days Till Hanukkah Starts

Posts publish a LOT easier when one remembers to freaking hit “POST”. Ugh.

Driving to work today was an absolutely heinous adventure of the no thank you kind. I do not have any more spoons left for talking or typing things out. I did make an amazing French onion soup today that was nonalcoholic.

It really was ridiculously delicious.

I am heading to bed. I am exhausted, and while I only work until the afternoon tomorrow, it’s still a bit of a long shift when you’re kind of recovering from… something? I don’t know what I wrote here, but suffice it to say my brain was mush.

Take your meds, folks

Of Attempts and Abapical

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14,772 Days Alive

76 Minutes Catching Up With Tina

0 Crochet Stitches Accomplished

I am… at a low point. Yeah, I know it will get better. I some of it is just too much everything all at once. Some of it is the holidays are hard for me. I know that not being able to bring myself to do much more than exists, do homework, and go to work is likely depression being a jerk. I know, I know, I know.

But I feel like I’m dying in slow motion.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Snowstorms and Surprises

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14,764 Days Alive

2,619 Days of Daily Posts on Postmark Wonderland

83 +/- Kitty Years for Mr. Spock

2 Days of Snow Forecast

1 New Job Next Week

SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?

I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.

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Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola

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14,756 Days Alive

2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December

Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.

I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.

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Of Foil and Furniture

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14,745 Days Alive

65 Hours, Give Or Take, Until Llama Arrives

4th Week of Diagnostic Coding for Medical Billing Starting Tomorrow

3 Chicken Teriyaki Foil Packets

Okay, this time I didn’t fall asleep without posting. I did however get completely sidetracked trying to put my room back together. Brian built the new desk I got off Amazon for me today. You know, the one I’ve been meaning to build for like three weeks now? That one.

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