I don’t like Tuesdays anymore

We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.

I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.

My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.

I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.

I’m kind of over December.

Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.

Toads Tonight

Days Alive:12,193

Hop toads: 1

Number of Photos Said Hop Toad Posed for When Asked: 3

Endometrial Polyp Being an Jerk: 1

Cats Whining at 11 Volume: 1 (Spock)

Paper Angels Made: 30

Days Since I’ve Touched my NaNovel: uh… four? Five?

Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 10

Words I’m Planning to Write this Weekend: 15k

Anyone who gets squicked out or triggered by talk of toads, menstruation, homelessness, or super bad insomnia, get thee hence.

You have been warned.

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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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Today is Not Pretty

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.

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