it's a convoluted mess
My brain is incapable of composing coherent thoughts as of late. 1.) Had my annual physical on Monday. Got nasal spray for ear pain…obviously. Had a blood draw that bruised the hell out of my arm. Got a flu shot and felt like my lungs were dying and then having a heart attack. Monday was a great day. 2.) Christmas is next week. What. The. Hell? 3.) The world was supposed to end last night…. Keep reading…Miles apart inside…
After Park Nicollet pissed me off to epic proportions, I was slammed with a migraine/tension headache that only added to the misery of the sobbing and swearing I was doing at my desk. I grabbed my laptop and dragged it into bed, put on some music, and went to sleep. A couple lousy hours later I woke up with a headache that could best be described as: FUCK MY LIFE. I took three Aleve and… Keep reading…Cold pesto at two in the morning…
I have not seen a mental health professional since mid to late 2010. That was the last time I played the “Let’s Try This One Next” game on ADHD meds. When that prescription failed, as they all failed, I decided I’d stick things out until I needed to go back when my other prescriptions ran out. I managed to drag those remaining refills out a lot longer than I should have without doctor supervision and… Keep reading…Park Nicollet is determined to stay on my shit list forever…
Bob bought me flowers. When I got out of bed today and walked into the loft, they were sitting on my desk. Geek Love is the best Love. End of story. — Return of the Mack Mark Morrison …because it’s apparently the only song they play in Saints Row the 3rd
I’ve had a headache since Thursday night. I’d very much appreciate it if Bob would drill a hole in the side of my head to release some pressure, but he refuses to do it. Whatever, dude. What. Ever. It was probably a bit overly ambitious of me to start three new writing projects in the span of a week, but I’ve written a collective 24,000 words on those three projects so shut-up. Sure that means… Keep reading…Get used to looking up…
In the past several months, Bob and I have been having frequent conversations about my various writing projects. I rattle off the scenario rolling around in my head. He asks me to clarify which story we’re talking about because he can’t keep them all straight. Then he asks “why?” a lot about whatever it is I’m talking about. Most of the time I can’t answer. And then he probes further, picking my brain for answers… Keep reading…No defenses…