Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
I decided to make a mix of dirt and diatomaceous earth to spoon on the houseplants rather than try and add the dusty stuff loose. I’m having a problem with fungal gnats; when you have as many houseplants as I do, that’s an issue. I’ve been using the sticky traps Doctor Google suggested, but... Continue Reading →
Life’s interesting. It’s also the only game in town. I wonder if that’s why we’re committed to liking it: there are no other options. You can’t request a transfer to life, section seven if you feel this one isn’t working out. God should’ve checked in with universities on scheduling and course layout. If life was... Continue Reading →
I’ve been laid up and (mostly) off my feet these past two days. The failure of engineering that is my lumbar spine has been mounting a protest. Most of the time I push through rather than follow doctor’s orders, but my heart’s not in it this time. It takes little to tip me into sadness... Continue Reading →
I've started and discarded a multitude of pieces over the past weeks. some, for sure I can't connect to them. They're meaningless blather for all that they flowed from my fingers. I suppose I could write about the puttering. I've been painting things, like rooms and trim. I've been organizing as well: half the garage... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 