Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,782 Days Alive
1 Sour Stomach
So, some of the equipment at work threw a bitch fit today and completely decided to be non-functional. And it’s so outside my wheelhouse I’m not quite sure what to do other than reach out for help. Which, of course, I did, but it didn’t make the technical difficulties any less frustrating.
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12,762 Days Alive
I didn’t end up going to the protest today with Cousin Kay for a multitude of reasons. One of which is I am afraid of dying from being tear gassed. I have pretty bad asthma, and I don’t want to suicide by cop. Also, it was storming most of the day.
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