Category: Batshit

A Blog in which a Recluse Makes a Friend

Today, I made a friend. No shit, the hermit made another friend. Okay, technically, I knew her already but not really. We went to high school together and that shit really doesn’t count as knowing each other. I didn’t know me in high school, much less anyone else. We saw each other at my friend …

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The Climb Out

Charlie Sheen Sloth

So, it’s honesty time. Shit got bad this weekend. Shit started going bad last week, but Sunday was the lowest point I’ve had in a long time. The feeling of being a worthless fuck-up kept snowballing from Thursday. It was so huge, by Saturday I was one deep, barely contained panic attack. I fought it. …

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One of Those Days

Mustache me

I think because I’m sick with whatever bug is going around (seriously, I’m beginning to think I WILL be patient zero for the plague that wipes out the world), and it is that time of year where I get depressed, I’m having one of those days. I feel ugly, useless, whiny, and like a waste …

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Should Do and Are Doing are Often Two Different Things

Please Don't Flash the Octopus

I find my amusement where I can.   I feel like I have been a whiny sack of whine on here lately. I would pretend I haven’t been, but I kinda have been. Last week I was just not doing it. I don’t know what my issue is, but it just wasn’t happening. I would …

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Thoughtful Consideration is for the Birds

Gnome with a gun

I’m going to be completely honest with you guys: Tuesday my give a shit was damn near broke. I had a billion tiny things to do, and my sinuses and allergies were kicking my ass too bad to do them with any flare. And, if I were really honest, I would admit to myself, missing …

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Either/Or

Rat playing the pipes

I’m going to apologize for being so heinously boring lately. Things have been all wacky like, but in a good way.  I’ve also come to understand I am far more interesting when I write angry blogs over happy blogs. I’m generally happy and too tired to brew up a healthy head of self-righteous steam. Look …

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So… Tired….

Here’s the thing; my life is wonderful. My life is so wonderful I actually gross myself out with my happiness sometimes. I’ll take it. It’s been about a month since I have slept on a regular pattern, and at least several weeks when I did something more than nap. Writing and allergies have seriously whipped …

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Bleary

cranky penguin

So, I’ve been busy working on my third draft of my novella, and I haven’t been sleeping much. Okay, I have been sleeping same amount as normal but in two hour segments. My days are beginning to blend together; normal writing frenzy stuff. I know I’m supposed to be pouring out my soul on these …

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The Nature of Magic

I believe in magic. I don’t mean illusions or parlor tricks, or Harry Potter. I mean wonder. I live in a world of stories and images, real and imagined. My life is a collection of moments of intense emotion, good and bad. I have boring normal times, like everyone else. Actually, I bet I have …

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Product of My Surroundings

Saturday I came home from Tina’s house. Tina was kind enough to pretend she wasn’t happy to be rid of me, and my mom managed not to tell me she was happy I was home because the floor needed to be vacuumed. I know the score, though, but I am grateful for the ruses. My …

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