Category: journal
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Clean Room Chronicles Pt 2…
At 9am this morning my room was almost 95% done, as long as you didn’t look in the closets of course. Luckily I’m single and no but me ever opens my closets, so as long I keep the doors closed it’s fine. An hour later… Total carnage that in no way helps any visible parts…
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My Mom is Ghost Rider…
I find it difficult to be in the same room as my mother for more than 15mins before arguments start. I should probably mention my mother finds herself constantly surrounded by people who can’t be around her without starting an argument. She’s very unlucky like that, I guess she just attracts argumentative people? So why…
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Daze…
I honestly thought it was Friday today (it’s Tuesday), the constantly juggling everything singlehanded doesn’t require knowing what day it is apparently. Dates matter, the days they fall on not so much. My calendar is filled with little markers on the numbers, I rarely even notice if it has a little F or W above…
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Ghosts of Christmas Past…
I’m trying to be all tinsel and baubles this year, because I feel like all the ghosts arrived at the same time to tag team me. Do any children of divorce enjoy Christmas? Competitive gift giving, one year here one year there, 12 days of pressure. Every Christmas from 8-18 was incrementally worse, and it…
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I’ve Got the Beard For It…
So maybe I should become a Viking? Wear a tunic, learn to throw an axe, and so on. It might be nice to have an interest that gets me out and about. I’m much more likely to plat my beard and go to a renaissance fair than I am to barrack for a sports team.…
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Where’s My Off Switch?
It’s not having lots to do that’s exhausting me, it’s the constantly thinking about the things I have to do that really interferes with my life. I’m not great at just being in the moment and leaving stuff at work, and I really want to be. I’m either worrying about it or doing it, and…
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No Prison Can Hold Me…
My first day of house arrest is going well, I totally didn’t go shopping for food, and definitely didn’t spend any time cleaning. I mean putting on loads of washing and making the bed isn’t really cleaning is it? And it’s only real shopping if you use a trolley and not a basket. So as…
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I Know how it Looks…
A quick note about my use of tarot cards, because I know it seems to go against my personal lack of belief in anything system. I tend to draw a card each day as I have my first coffee, particularly if I have a question I’m pondering. Obviously I don’t expect the card to magically…
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I Get Knocked Down, But…
[record scratch, followed by silence]. Sorry Chumbawamba I’m not felling particularly resilient at the moment so I’m staying down. I don’t know if it’s exhaustion, illness, depression, or good old fashioned per Christmas angst with a dollop of grief, but I’m not up to pushing through it whatever it is. Maybe it’s all of them?…
Fat Bunny 