Boy, what a shitty time it’s been. But I will catch up on my sleep, at least. Sleeeeep. Also, I have a mighty hankering for Chipotle. Me and the guys at work keep talking about the damn place nonstop and then don’t go. No, really, I have nothing else of interest to talk about. Me […]
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Some people collect comic books. Some people collect GI Joes. Some people collect those little fake knights that you paint. I collect…. well, MLPs. I also create pony mods, an art with a short but glorious history. Steph and the Old Man have a big basement, and Stephanie has set up a nice little quilting
I’ve finished all the GW edits for this push, so now I get to start my week of writing vacation; things may be a little quiet here, too. My brain’s pretty fried, but the book’s better, and after a week to set, I’ll read it over one last time and get it out the door
I ran out of vicoden, so I switched to the massive Ibuprofen prescription the doctor gave me. Sometime during my yawning and eye-rubbing sessions today after getting over 8 hours of sleep last night, I looked at the fine print on the prescription bottle and read that “may cause drowsiness” warning. Man. You know, the
Why do so many forms in Ohio ask for my “marital status”? Is this something I’m just noticing now because I’ve been to so many doctors the last year, or is this something you see more often in Ohio? Maybe I’m just annoyed at the idea of describing myself based on a legal relationship. I
… than spilling coffee all over yourself first thing in the morning. I will now reek of coffee all damn day.
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Aside from line edits. Steph and I went over to the German Fest at the Dayton fairgrounds. It was a small crowd and not a big event or anything, but we ate schnitzel and german potato salad and got our faces painted and went on some rides and did a little shopping, and Stephanie won
My insulin has, technically, expired this week, and as we all know, I don’t want to pull what I did a month ago and use expired insulin for 2 months and watch my health deteriorate because I was living on credit cards and too fucking poor to live adequately. But I wanted to wait just
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This whole hang-out-with-your-boyfriend-five-times-a-year thing? Tough. Manageable, and works for us, but tough. Particularly the last couple weeks at the tail end of the three month stretches. Tough. Good thing I’ve got so much shit to do.
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