Today was one of those rocking with my… out. Work-wise, I was on fire; I got shit done, 3 bits of work from another client waiting for me when I got home. And while I was worried I wouldn’t get everything done, I knew I would. And when I needed to find pieces for it,…

It’s only 1:30pm and I’ve got shit done. The duvet has been run through the wash and high capacity dryer, I’ve got chicken breast in the oven for dinners this week. I’m caught up on DVR’d television. And I’m taking myself out to see Spider-Man this afternoon because dammit, I deserve it. I’m also telling…

I’ve been switched off my Divalproex (1 pill, 4 times a day) for Abilify (1 pill, once a day). It’s been a bit of a bitch so far. Headaches yesterday, which I attribute to withdrawal. A massive anxiety attack last night at Subspace, while I was on shift. If it weren’t for Y, who asked…

I’ve got a Keurig. It’s red. One step up from the base model, and that’s okay by me. On sale, even better. I won’t rant about the bitch of a time I had to get it home from Dufferin Mall in the rain. Had no control over the traffic. I will ask, why the hell…

Today was brutal. You’ve been warned.

I loaded iTunes. Hit play. First 3 random songs: I’ve Got a Theory Is She Really Going Out With Him? It’s Never Over (Oh Orpheus) Yup. That about sums me up.  

aka The Universe IS out to get me, and I have proof. The absolute worst day. Work was fine, I was surpassing expectations. Everything hummed. It’s when I left. That’s when the shit storm began. And, fuck, as I try to explain it now, the words are fucking stuck in my head, hiding under a…

I have a desk, and a phone. Now I have a proper login, and the timesheet system for the Bank is active. They accepted my Saturday hours. Just needs to get the other timesheet system to do it. Also have a pencil cup holder, stapler (it’s not red, sadly), and other items. And of course…

You know what I’ve realized? It never ends. There’s never really a chance to do nothing. You can put it off, pretend. But it’s always going to be there. And you need to get to it eventually. Repeatedly. Ad nauseum.

No, not really. My brain wanders during Game of Thrones. Peter Dinklage, Peter Dinklage, Peter Dinklsage… Oh youtube, is there nothing you don’t have? I’m so damned tired. Why am I not in bed?