Last summer, I obtained my British citizenship. While I was relieved to have it finally done and over with, I wasn’t terribly excited by it. I wasn’t getting to put it to use; there haven’t been any elections since then, … Continue reading →
My mother-in-law gave me a pretty little daily calendar journal-y thing for Christmas last year. I don’t really know why – I know I’d requested one for a specific purpose the year before, but that was related to a game … Continue reading →
Insomnia seems to be sneaking up to nip at my heels; I can only presume that it’s further evidence of a possible mood swing. I couldn’t tell you which way at current – I don’t think it’s hypo ’cause I’m … Continue reading →
I realized that I yet again forgot to tell my doctor about my past hypersexuality. It’s probably not important in the scheme of things, but it’s one of those things I kept meaning to mention. I’m still quite accepting of … Continue reading →
My little party yesterday went well… I think. I know that I throw a good relaxing shindig, but that doesn’t prevent the mind from panicking that I did it all wrong, that it was boring, that… well. I’m sure my … Continue reading →
Today is the Eurovision Song Contest, which means I’m getting my party on. For those who are not of Europe, it’s basically a song competition that has nothing to do with talent or talent shows, has been around since the … Continue reading →
I was talking to one of my best friends earlier this week, and she was expressing her support of The Bipolar Blogger Network. She then went on to say that she would not be participating for one salient reason – … Continue reading →
Yesterday’s appointment at the hospital went splendidly. It was merely a check-up in the scheme of things, and I got two students in the room for a bonus. I like being a test case for students; as my husband puts … Continue reading →
I’ve got my appointment at the hospital today, which means I’m already something resembling a nervous wreck inside. I had been doing okay… but then they called me pre-caffeine and asked if I’d be amenable to switching to an … Continue reading →
I have always done my best to hide just how fragile I am. ‘They call me Mr. Glass’ – besides the fact that most of M. Night’s movies are crappy shambles, that line from Unbreakable always summed it up for … Continue reading →