12,288 Days Alive
6,493 Books to Read
5 PT/OT Appointments Attended
1 New Purse Purchased
Today was a day in which I might have done too much.
12,288 Days Alive
6,493 Books to Read
5 PT/OT Appointments Attended
1 New Purse Purchased
Today was a day in which I might have done too much.
12,287 Days Alive
6,488 Ebooks to Read
I am still catastrophically low on mental resources today. I’m barely able to write a text, never mind a story.
Well. Maybe.
12,282 Days Alive
6,477 Books to Read
3 Episodes of Sabrina Watched
2 Tacos Eaten
1 Cold Front Coming
So. I need to catch up. I’ve been doing great on #FlashFictionFebruary, but I am way behind in all of my reading challenges.
12,280 Days Alive
6,473 Books to Read
6 Roses Bought
4 Ultimate Oreos Eaten
2 Pieces of Garlic Bread Eaten
1 New Squishmallow Owl Plushie
Man. Today was rough. Not completely devastating or anything like that. But I went to bed at… ten? Eleven? I don’t even know.
Nope. Out of spoons. Don’t care how many days I’ve been alive. I made it through today and so did everyone else that needed to, at least in my immediate circle.
Tomorrow will be better. I’m going to go drink some ginger ale.
12,276 Days Alive
6,464 Ebooks to Read
1 Bowl of Damned Delicious Soup Eaten
So. I made it through the day on about 90 minutes of sleep and six cups of coffee. I didn’t even stress vomit (though it was absolutely a near thing several times today). Physical therapy sucked physically but helped mentally.
12,275 Days Alive
I am phenomenally low on spoon. I wrote 1,100 words today for #FlashFictionFebruary. I cried twice from the pain.
I am exhausted. So. Enjoy my writings. Take your meds.
12,274 Days Alive
6,448 Books To Read
3 Tacos Eaten
2 New Pairs Of Shoes
1 Physical Therapy Appointment Completed
Today was a rough day. I woke up with a squidge of a migraine, passed out in the marshmallow bean bag in the living room after my morning meds. And had my first physical therapy appointment today.
12,273 Days Alive
6,440 Ebooks to Read
6 Pieces is Bacon Eaten
1 Migraine Being a Jerk
Both my brain and my brain gremlins are being jerks today.
Well, I didn’t win those ten dollar tickets to Hamilton. Oh well. I was also on time for work and accomplished a lot today.
12,271 Days Alive
6,434 Books to Read
4 Crying Jags
2 Cups of Coffee
1 Story Finished for #FlashFictionFebruary
So, I have to be up in less than six hours to go to work, so this will be quick.
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”
12,269 Days Alive
6,419 Books to Read
6 Drawers of Polish Put Away
1 Crying Jag
I was helping Tink and Stephanie unpack and put away some of the boxes from the Boxtopia that the living room currently is this evening. It didn’t go as well as I hope, but we got some things done.