Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,421 Days Alive
935 Days Straight on Duolingo
I got to have hot wings for dinner. Which is good because I kinda forgot to eat lunch.
In my defense, there was a sleeping cat in my lap, as well as crocheting, and I myself had fallen asleep.
Continue reading “Of Cramps and Chicken”
13,419 Days Alive
933 Days Straight on Duolingo
I’m sixty seven days shy of a thousand in a row on Duolingo. I’m quite proud of myself for that.
Continue reading “Of Spanish and Surviving”
13,415 Days Alive
I got home from visiting Bill6 and J early noonish today. Spock was most displeased that I had been gone.
Continue reading “Of Dates and Denny’s”
13,412 Days Alive
I’m up in Inverness visiting Bill6 and J and we’re planning on role playing tomorrow some time.
Continue reading “Of Lennox and Laughter”
13,411 Days Alive
4 Rows Crocheted on the Current WIP
1 Video Chat
It’s nearly the weekend and, gods, could I not be more grateful.
Continue reading “Of Rows and Rumblings”
13,407 Days Alive
I loathe Daylight Savings Time. Entirely. I don’t get why we cling to some archaic vestige of candlelight-driven history.
Continue reading “Of Time and Target”
13,406 Days Alive
I tried a coffee-infused hard beverage tonight. Just a sip. It tasted…. Well, much like the pesto-flatbread, I didn’t care for it.
Continue reading “Of Pizza and Pabst”
13,405 Days Alive
Well, I tried pesto this evening. I didn’t like it. Or maybe I didn’t like the application of it? I’m not sure, but pesto flatbreads and I are meh.
Continue reading “Of Pesto and Pests”
13,400 Days Alive
I got some belated Hanukkah gifts today. Yarn from my two awesome cousins, the cutest holiday mug, and a few very useful gift cards!
Continue reading “Of Gifts and Grandmas”
13,398 Days Alive
Oh my GOOOD. It took me forever to get to my destination. But I’m here. I am with family. And that’s all I’ve got to say tonight.
Take your meds, folks.
13,396 Days Alive
Today… I’m not sure if it was a good day o a bad day. I didn’t get half of what I wanted to get done accomplished.
I did get my boss’s office decorated for her birthday , at least?
Continue reading “Of Birthdays and Bad Days”
13,393 Days Alive
My dear, sweet baby kitty, the eleven and a half year old Bombay I am parental unit to missed me dearly while I was gone.
How do I know?
Continue reading “Of Spock and Struggles”
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