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  • 8/30

    Well, off he goes. Jason went to take part two of the Certified Accounting Test. I feel that I have to spell it out because if people thought he was testing for the CIA it would be insulting. I’m at the house today. There’s no real reason to go out save for dinner. But I Read more

  • 8/28

    I have so many thoughts going through my head that I’m crazy. But this is a different type of crazy from the usual crazy. I guess it’s a more controlled crazy. It’s a more realized and manageable one since…. finally… I got my brain tumor and some answers. I don’t remember if I wrote in Read more

  • 8/22

    A couple of days ago, I felt almost broken. Not fully broken mentally or physically. Just severely cracked. I think I was feeling kind of peaceful. Kind of accepting. There wasn’t a reason to struggle or fret. I certainly wasn’t in the ‘everything will be okay’ camp but was just tired. It takes a lot Read more

  • 8/18

    Today…. today, I’m trying not to be as stressed out as I’ve been all week. I’m trying to keep the insanity, panic, and anxiety to a minimum. I’m trying not to feel guilty, unloved, or upset. Rationally, I know there isn’t a need for any of those emotion. They don’t apply. There’s a lot of Read more

  • 6/2

    Recently, I’ve been fairly obsessed with finding expired food. I’ve started to go through Mom’s fridge and the one at the house. Today, I crawled through part of the kitchen cabinets. So far, my victims have included:– Peppermint flakes, that expired in 2017– Rice cakes – 2023– Mustard – 2016– Chicken salad – 2023– Wings Read more

  • 12/2

    Well, I finally did it.  I brought some sort of legitimacy to my blog.  I actually paid for a two year subscription at 40% off, of course.    I am now unofficially and officially a paying customer and part of the WordPress community.   What is so frustrating is the process. I started this blog when I got out Read more

  • 7/1 – freewriting

    She knew how she got here. She drove or walked in the night.  It was a form of movement.   Both are good. The back door was open.  Either that or she had the key.   She forgot.    It doesn’t matter.   But, she was here, standing on the discount wooden kitchen floor.  Drip.  Read more

  • 6/18 freewriting

    inaction. Deep inside there was a feeling of balance. The immovable object lived inside her gut, her head, and her soul. In her steadfast reserve, nothing swayed her. Chocolate or vanilla?  Doesn’t matter.  She could appreciate each equally. A beautiful sunset was nothing more than the earth’s rotation and weather patterns. Food, regardless of the Read more

  • 6/3 – freewriting

    He knew her before he knew her name. The ebony hair on the white pillow.   The pale and nearly translucent skin.  A barely breathing corpse. It was just like his dream. He knew this was why he had studied and trained for years to become a doctor.   Just to fulfill this dream. It was her.  Read more

  • Giving it a try – Freewriting

    Do you remember me? I remember you. I remember your smile and the curve of your face. Your laughter was my melody.  Your heartbeat was my rhythm. The gleam of your eyes when you focused on me.   On me and only me. Or, I thought it was on me. Rather, you didn’t see me. My Read more