Don't get excited. It's barely 25,483 words, and about 102 pages. It's also unpublished and unfinished. And nonfiction. I read my vents between the lines. It's an honest view of how I felt. Working title: Gimme Shelter. That still makes sense. The thing is, I thought I accidentally deleted it a long time ago. I … Continue reading Apparently I Wrote a Book
Day: May 20, 2022
Stabbing Pain
My heart hurts. The pace has quickened. I'm worried. Are they sick? Busy? Did I do something? Not. One. Word. Dead silence. All day. I'm trying not to cry. That's stupid. There's a reason I have no real physical friends. This is it. My agoraphobia, autistic tendencies, and extreme fear have a basis. My mental … Continue reading Stabbing Pain
Doing Stuff
My husband talked to his friend Jeremy and they discussed just things, life, weed, kids, infections, you know. Stuff. Then they hit on a VR thing. Oculus Go. The only thing I had gotten him for his birthday prior to this were gummy bears. This was better. It was only $250. I could justify that. … Continue reading Doing Stuff
Interesting Family Conventions
Again from Gong-Gong's roster of family stories was this: Some family members were surreptitiously involved with Guy Fawkes. We weren't just religious Dissenters. We were, at times, closet political antagonists, apparently in error this time. It wouldn't be a first for us, but it appears this was a big, fat mistake. On the other hand, … Continue reading Interesting Family Conventions
Fryday
Literally. The a/c is on already in preparation for a high of 98° today and high humidity. I need to block the sunlight for this sunny day. Barometric pressure? Ewwwww. Migraine Central. Meds taken, caffeine swilled, swear words mumbled, bed made, life goes on. I am pretty sure the babycats feel the impending heat. They … Continue reading Fryday
Oh, My Soul! 