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The Day I Should Be More Like Kimmy Schimdt

on Jan 13, 2016

Feeling blah today. People – just by existing – are irritating me. I want to be alone and hide even though, if I’m honest, I’m mostly alone and hiding in work anyways. I’m an idiot. Last couple of days have been productive, both in and out of work. I watched the entire season of The Unbreakable Kimmy Schimdt and loved every second of it. I started sorting through that aforementioned Money Stuff bag and have shredded three-quarters of it (some of the letters/correspondence goes back to 2001. WTF) now. I have a writing deadline next Monday (am contributing to the next Game On! book – yay!), so have started thinking about writing for that (heh). I wrote up a user guide I need to write for a web development client (long story). It’s mostly been the perfect balance of busy without being overloaded, and I guess that’s as good as working things...

The Day With Nothing But Nothing Nothing Tra-La-La Blues

on Jan 11, 2016

I’ve definitely turned a corner with my health. Although I still have (gross) spells/spasms of coughing, they’re less frequent, and the cough – finally – seems productive now. Maybe it was a virus and it’s run its course, or maybe the steroids are finally doing their job. Whatever it is, I couldn’t be happier. (I know I write for living and therefore should try harder but omg, WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW RELIEVED I AM). So guess what? Yesterday I did tackle that paperwork cluttering up my spare room! By the time I was done, I had dumped three or four rubbish bags, five or six shredded/recycling papers, and have reduced the monstrous pile of papers down to three neat little bags of paper: Money Stuff, House/Insurance stuff, Keep-For-Dem-Memories stuff. I know: the next job is to go through all of them, too, but baby steps, right? I can’t believe...

The Day I Was All About the Rock N Roll

on Jan 9, 2016

Oh my god, I’m tired. Like: obscenely so. I got home from work yesterday around 4.30pm and went straight up to bed, where I dozed until 8ish when M came home, and then properly went off for the next around ten. Rock n roll, baby. No lie in courtesy of the hairdresser call (it looks lovely – yay for prettified hairs, even if it did take five bloody hours), and now I’m home I feel exactly the same, at exactly the same time; exhausted. Even my bones feel tired. I cleaned the bedroom; wiped down the windows, swept the floor, feather-dusted, dusted and polished. And that’s it, friends. I have done nothing else. Just watched a couple of shows on planner in order to clear the Sky+/DVR box, and then a couple of The Offices on Netflix. That’s it. I’m now just waiting for my dinner, chiefly so that I can change into my jammies and go to bed. And I’m not...

The Day of the Asthma Clinic

on Jan 6, 2016

My routine, annual visit to the Asthma Clinic yesterday was a bust. After ruling out everything else, my doctors now think this fucking cough is viral which is pretty much what I thought way back in November. I know they had to rule stuff out to be sure, but ffs. Now I’m on a decreasing steroid dose for the next two month to ween me off meds I most probably didn’t need. Plus I’m still coughing constantly. And waking up at night. And peeing myself. And no-one can help. Fun times. In better news, it was Wesker’s birthday. My pup turned five, so I spent too much and bought him new food and water bowls, some gluten-free treats (we switched him to gluten-free last summer as there’s a really teeny, tiny, non-scientific suggestion that it might contribute to seizures and he’s been seizure-free since then, go figure) plus some new cuddly toys which he...

The Day I Realised I’ve Only Seen 2016 From my Bedroom

on Jan 4, 2016

Getting kinda tired of watching 2016 slip past from within the confines of my bedroom. Still feeling like complete shit. Still stuck in bed. Grumble grumble. I have a FitBit which monitors my sleeping patterns – it tells me that I’ve been restless/woken up 50+ times in the last two nights. Rad. My second course of steroids finishes tomorrow and I don’t feel much improved at all. Bodes well. Bed-ridden incarceration means I’ve been binge-watching things. I watched the TV movie of Stephen King’s Needful Things that was on over Christmas (omg it was terrible). I’m still watching too much Grey’s Anatomy. And today I’m watching Netflix’s Making a Murderer and omfg, how does this shit even happen? Seriously. Am only four episodes in and have no idea how the facts will fall (besides a quick Wikipedia search, which tells me Avery was...

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