Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,384 Days Alive
2 Slightly Sunburned Arms
1 Massive Batch of Stuffed Shells Made
I’ll have to post my stuffed shells recipe on here at some point. I made it today with Mal and it was a massive hit.
And we went swimming today, too!
Days alive: 12,154
MegaLoad washers in use: 2
Cost for one basket of laundry: $6.25
Cost for one box of soap: $0.75
Hours slept: 6.5 hours
Full hampers of laundry to be done: 3
Hey, look at that. There is post on Sundays!
I’ve slept, but my anxiety is through the roof so far today. I don’t seem to be able to do anything right. And Steph is somehow more sunburnt than I am so I can’t be affectionate at all without bothering her.
I feel like a colossal inconvenience in general right now.
Days alive: still 12,153
Bits slightly sunburnt: 2 breasts and my nose
Joints in pain: every single one
Naps taken in car: 1
Laps done in the lazy river: 5
So, home again, home again, jiggity jig. My entire body is screaming from the amount of activity o forced it through today. Every joint is aching in protest and I’m pretty sure that I managed to toast my tits halfway to lobster despite repeated exposure of SPF 50 and 75.
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