13,743 Days Alive
$162 Dollars a Month for My Meds
3 Customer Compliments at Work
Today was an okay day. Work went well.
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Of Chicken and Cookies
13,740 Days Alive
4 Bone-In Chicken Thighs
1 Minor Panic Attack
I am exhausted. Post-panic attack bullshit.
Continue reading “Of Chicken and Cookies”Of Friendliness and Fries
13,739 Days Alive
1,109 Words Written Today For Fiction February
6 Mozzarella Sticks Eaten
1 Small Fry Ordered
I’m sitting at the table with everyone who plays the Saturday Pathfinder, 2nd edition, game at their friend’s Bo’s house.
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13,738 Days Alive
2 Bowls of Japanese Beef Curry Eaten
1 Successful Batch of Sushi Rice Made
So, the Interwebs has introduced a new metric to my pain scale: discomfort. While today is “only” a seven, I’m experiencing a new pain that is making it quite difficult to exist in action.
Which is a bad thing for someone who spends their days on their feet incessantly at work.
Continue reading “Of Mochi and More Pain”Of Popcorn and Precious
13,737 Days Alive
1,250 Days Straight on Duolingo
6 Pieces of Salt Water Taffy Eaten
I wrote something sad today for Fiction February over on my alt blog. The Brain Gremlins are loud bastards. And my anxiety is kicked up.
Continue reading “Of Popcorn and Precious”Of Forgetting and Forward
Apparently I have had this in my drafts for freaking MONTHS.
I posted on my alt blog for Fiction February, but don’t have much to say here.
Maybe I should get a new therapist?
Maybe I should get some sleep.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Cinnamon and Cheese
13,735 Days Alive
7,158 Words Total So Far for Fiction February
501 Words Written Today
25 Pizza Hand Pies Made
18 Mini Cinnamon Pastry Pinwheels Made
My back is screaming in pain. I spent too much time on my feet today. I worked from six to one, then spent a few hours cooking and baking. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Cinnamon and Cheese”Of Les Misérables and Lackadaisical
13,733 Days Alive
265 Words Written for Fiction February
7 Pizza Rolls Eaten
So, I can home needing a good cry today. Work was… a lot. But I left work at work. But I still feel stressed and just needed to release some emotional pressure.
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13,732 Days Alive
1 Taco Salad Eaten
We’ve got our Pathfinder game tonight. I almost died in game. Got down to three hit points.
Continue reading “Of Gargoyles and Good Food”Of Words and Worries
13,730 Days Alive
Lots going on tomorrow. I get the estimate on the car repairs in the morning.
It’s also Mal’s birthday, tomorrow. He’ll be 31! I can’t believe it. I’m so proud of him.
I’m still working on the entry for today’s 100 words for Fiction February, but I’m at almost 2,500 words. So I’m going to go try to finish it before midnight.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Thorns and Throbbing
13,729 Days Alive
1,795 Total Words Written for Fiction February
108 Words Written Today
18 Roses Dethorned, Trimmed, and Scraped
1 Migraine
I’m not doing great. I left work 90 minutes early because I felt awful.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Cabbage and Cream
13,728 Days Alive
4,829 Steps Taken
666 Words Written for Fiction February
1.5 Paczki Eaten
I got a lot of writing done today, and adulting. Treated myself to a Bavarian cream paczki and split an apple one with Mellon.
Continue reading “Of Cabbage and Cream”Of Key Lime and Kleptomaniac Cats
13,727 Days Alive
875 Words Written for Fiction February
15 Rows Done on J’s Monochromatic Blanket
Happy Snow Moon, y’all! 🌕
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