Chapter the Twelfth: Deep, hurting Sigh
To my old friend Bank of America. Suck it.
Dance of done-ness, for real this time
This last week I have had a hard time writing, barely scratching out 300 or so words a day on days when …
Huh
So several weeks ago, I purchased some 2-liter bottles of soda while very sick/fuzzy headed. Yesterday, I cracked one of them , …
Welp,
It’s 5:30 AM. Despite Tuesday’s very not restful rest period, and a very productive day which included creativity, walkies, FOOD, walkies, SHOPPINGalsofood,walkies, …
Ugh, ick, and bleh
I sit before you with a foul taste in my mouth, proof that grounds can indeed go “bad” even if stored in …
Away in the Ow Galaxy
Captain Bleh and his steadfast Ache-onauts still struggle against the forces of sickness and will-sapping malaise. 5 hours of dreamless, fitful sleep …
Note to self, 9:38 AM
That hollow, spinning feeling? Easily avoided by having acceptable food in the house. Go the the store, moron. Have some veggies. they …
Stuck with a Middle review
So I fell off the wagon last week, and discovered again just how addicted I am to Dairy and Bread. Two things, …
I haz
A desire for food and drink, and no real need to be at work tomorrow. I also have not slept yet. To …
Without Sleep
this is pretty much where I am