it's a convoluted mess
Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk down the hallway in the dark in the middle of the night and find a Tonberry in your path? Way more disturbing than it should be for a foot-tall stuffed animal. It’s after three in the morning. My mind is racing on a million different things. I might be starting to get a little bit tired, but it’s only fitting that sleep is giving me… Keep reading…Scratch ticket lottery…
I am attempting fajitas in the crockpot for dinner. Sheep is dubious and would like to just go back to bed. Thanks for the support, critter. Appreciate it. Yesterday I was laying in bed with my laptop—as I do—and I felt like I was falling forward despite not actually moving. I also had considerable tingling in my fingers and buzzing in my foot. Later I felt as though I was suspended in Jello. (Why is… Keep reading…It’s already hard enough…
1.) It snowed…a lot…Wednesday morning. Normally not headline news, but I had an appointment at 9AM twelve miles from my house and it took 45 minutes to get there in really slow traffic on un-plowed roads. Thank God I had Bob to drive me instead of having to drive myself. 2.) I met my new psychiatrist. She’s very monotone. She took a lot of notes. I shed a lot of tears and snot. When I… Keep reading…Never mind the reasons…
Insomnia. Sleep is for the weak. I got a call today (yesterday…whatever) confirming my psychiatrist appointment. Eleven days in advance. Close enough. At least I know they still have an appointment scheduled for me. Since I scheduled the appointment, I’ve had a strong feeling in my gut that something is going to go wrong by the time the appointment rolls around and I’ll be back to square one. It’s not just pessimistic tendencies at work… Keep reading…Keep sailing on…
Apparently 34 is the age at which I get stupidly excited for a new freezer in my house. Who knew? We’ve been planning for an upright freezer pretty much since we moved into our house. It wasn’t a priority and we wanted to make sure we had the money to pay for it outright. We’ve been doing that with most of our big ticket purchases. We figure out what kind of budget we need to… Keep reading…On to something big…
It’s been a rough month. For a lot of reasons. If I can survive two more days, I get Bob all to myself for sixteen days. Well…fourteen…because two of those are Christmas and SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS. Mech. But still. Two weeks of late nights, lazy mornings, minimal ventures out of the house, and all the shameless inanity we can muster. I need this. — Our Song Matchbox Twenty