it's a convoluted mess
TL;DR — Sara says FUCK a lot. July. There’s a four-letter word if there ever was one. According to my computer it is 9:17 AM on July 26th. And since this is the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats for June, the fact that it’s almost August should tell you how great of a month July has been for my brain. NOT GOOD, KIDS. It’s Week 70…ish. Are we still counting weeks? When do we… Keep reading…Slipping in and out of focus…
Here we are in the throes of WEEK 24. But really, who’s counting anymore? Everybody. Everybody is counting. Or maybe it’s just me. Anyroad. 1.) Insomnia is back with a vengeance lately. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that last week and this week Bob has had to go into work to cover support for someone who is out on vacation and those duties can’t be done remotely and… Keep reading…Ain’t no way around it…
I cut the corner of my finger off with a kitchen scissors while opening a package of tofu. You heard me. It’s not nearly as bad as it sounds, but there was a lot of blood and I had to completely stop everything else I was doing to bandage my stupidity and find the missing piece of my finger so it didn’t end up in dinner. Small as it was, it was a rather impressive… Keep reading…It’s just another summer…
Ever have a house guest that overstays their welcome and just WILL. NOT. LEAVE. Insomnia is an unwelcome house guest that WILL. NOT. LEAVE. I know at least part of it is stress related (OMFG THE NEWS FFS), but I know that’s not the entire cause. I just don’t quite know what the other specific contributing factors might be at this point. FNEH. It’s approaching two in the morning, my room temperature tea is almost… Keep reading…Lack of oxygen…
It’s offensive-something-o’clock in the middle of the night and I’m sitting at my desk in the dark with a mug of room-temperature tea. As I’m writing this, the oldest post on the main page of ye olde blog is my Year in Review survey for 2016. Which means I’ve only published ten posts in 2017. If I actually post this one, it will finally push that one to the next page. But still. That’s pathetic…. Keep reading…Standing in the dark…
Writing is hard. Yes, we’re on this again. It’s two-something in the morning as I write this and I’m not even close to being tired enough to go to bed. Which is great because I have an appointment at 10:15 and I’ll be good and exhausted for that. I had a surge of bad anxiety hit right before bedtime and…here we sit. The obnoxious thing about it, is it was mostly innocuous nonsense that spiked… Keep reading…All the mess we’re in…