This is a tough time of year for me. I tend to get those holiday blues, often paired with that itching “what’s next?” feeling. It’s been a tough couple of years, full of craziness, moving, job layoffs, hospital stays, chronic illness, new jobs, new friends, breakups, get-togethers, and yes, quite a few accomplishments, the biggest […]
I continue to fight with my insurance company about my prescription benefits. The thousand dollar HRA that my company provided me is supposed to go toward our $1100 deductible, and according to my account online, is billed automatically. This has worked when I go into the actual doctor, but it’s not working for prescriptions. When
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Note that I have been forbidden to post photos of the Boyfriend, but here’s Thanksgiving at Casa de Dayton with Steph, Ian, Steph’s brother Josh, and our crazy dawgs. Here’s to many more. MMMMMMMMmmm. The boys do prep MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. PIE! Tender roast pork with cranberries and grapefruit. I think oranges would have been better, but
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Cause while you’re doing your 40 minutes of cardio before you yourself descend into the weights area, you can do so on the second level of the gym, which overlooks the weight training area…. …and all the folks in the weight-training area. Yum. And, of course, there was also the Amazon chick, who was like
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In an effort to combine all of my various interests into one easy payment, I went to the gym at the Greene today to check it out. On their little survey of things you’d like to accomplish with your gym membership, I noted that they did not include “health reasons.” They did, of course, include,
Find out what the next book for the SF book club is. Check out both local area Writers’ Groups (cause really, why not?). Check out the downtown boxing gym. Get certified on the local climbing wall. etc. etc. In short, be more social. Also, write more. You know… the usual.
In the spirit of more roller derby, less interpersonal squishiness, Travis and I went out shooting at his place yesterday. He lives out in the Ohio sticks, so when we got bored we holstered the glocks at our hips and went traipsing around the underbrush pulling useful things out of the creek and collecting interesting-looking
Black Desert. Mmmmm juicy. It also occurs to me that it takes more than writing and sex to sustain me. Thing is, I spent so long judging my self worth based on what I could do, physically, on the things I’d done, my academic accomplishments, that when I stop actively reaching toward those things, challenging
…that when I start out the day with a sudden, unexpected low cause I hit a vien while shooting up in the morning, my whole day is pretty much a wash. ug.