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Since November I’ve been dealing with health stuff. It’s been a rollercoaster. One positive is I’m on meds for my depression and anxiety. But there’s also a whole other host of things wrong. So now it’s a game of symptom or anxiety? Which I guess we always played but now I’m medicated.

Do other towns have the banana bread for Jesus people or is that just me?

Now that parents and coworkers have found my FB guess this will now be my new hotspot. Anyways coming out of “the sads” I managed to clean and shower. So now I’m knitting with POG juice.

Is it a coincidence that the second job I have and slowly sucking out my soul also gives me a paycheck that is exactly the amount of my car payment?

Really only keeping it because of the car payment at this point.

Dream time: went to the art supply store and get a small watercolor pad, with 11 sheets of very nice paper. It was divided into categories of what you should paint. First was fruit. I painted a very lifelike orange. Then I woke up and puked from stress.

Wanted to be productive (gotta get back to cleaning.) but I ate my weight in cheese and took a nap.

So not productive but I think I won.

Last night when I couldn’t sleep I started reading Interview with the Vampire. Someone tell me the 4 hour long first chapter is worth it.

He also mentioned he’d let me trade it for a Strat to try because I’m not sure what I want to buy when I eventually buy an electric guitar.

How crazy is that?

The gruff security guard at work and I have started talking guitars. I mentioned how I’d love to play an electric guitar and I’ve really only sat with one for a few hours. And I’d love to try a PRS. He mentioned owning a PRS.

He brought it and it’s letting me try it for as long as I want.

Made it to the body of the sweater! LOOK AT IT!!

There is not enough hours in the day to deal with everything I’ve had to deal with this week.

Cast on the sweater. All 122 stitches. Got 10 rows in before I screwed up. Frogged it only because I wasn’t happy with how it was going. Not ashamed to admit Starwars distracted me.

Accidentally, a whole month in, discovered that this years Bujo theme is Van Gogh.

I’m pleased with this turn of events.

The groundhog saw his shadow. But more importantly my daffodils are coming up which means we are going to have another freak storm.

My insurance said that if I get a blood pressure monitor and take my reading 5 times I get an Amazon card. I think I signed up wrong. But I’m doing the thing. My blood pressure is usually sky high. I’ve taken 3 readings. 2 of which have been normal. Doctors make me nervous, I’ve always said it.

Turns out me screwing up at work might have actually been a good thing. Still feel like I should have known better, but still.

Having a bunch of work anxiety and now I think I screwed something up. But won’t know until Monday.

A week ago I backed into a trash can and scratched my car. Yesterday with the rain I was able to “wash” the mark away. Roxy you are too good me. Also I cried for nothing. She’s fine.

Fly Eagles Fly!

I wonder if my yarn misses me as much as I miss it, when I’m somewhere and want to knit but can’t?

Got an email saying my yarn was coming Monday. Went through all the emotions, finally got over it knowing this shawl still has a few days to knit.

Yarn was just delivered.

1. Director of Photography or documentary filmmaker
2. Film
3. Started with a minor in sequential art but dropped that fairly quickly.
4. Early Childhood Educator

It’s Yarn delivery day! Also my bag I preordered for my birthday is coming. It’s gonna be a good day.

Yarn should be here tomorrow. I’m no where near done the shawl. Oh and now I see this sweater has seaming which isn’t something I’m thrilled about. But we will deal with it.

Yarn will be here Saturday. Which means that if really work at it, I might be able to finish the firefly shawl and cast on this weekend!

Or I can wait until I have a long weekend and start then, to maybe crank it out. Choices.

Today at 10am I had a craving for beef fajitas. But just the meat, tortillas and that plate of cheese, sour cream and guacamole you get. The longer the day goes really I just want meat and tortillas. And this will now be a hyper fixation food.

Yarn for my sweater is shipping. I’m about to be insufferable.

I took for granted the 4 years of not waking up to see what damage I missed during the day. Maybe that’s why I slept like shit last night.

For someone who isn’t fashionable, I have too many clothes. I need to simplify my life but why do I have such an emotional attachment to stuff? Yes this is folding laundry induced anxiety.

Finally got some red root floaters for my tank. Guess now is a great time to mention I haven’t seen my fish in a few days. 😳