My House is Full of Bugs
This should surprise no one.
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Norming Disordered Living
Last night, I was telling J. about the leftovers in the fridge: “There’s chicken rollups and spicy coleslaw,” I said, and opened my mouth to add, “Watch out for the cabbage, tho. There’s more carbs in that than you think. Calculate at least 30 carbs for that.” I closed my mouth, amused at my own
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This is a Fine Cup of Coffee
Must be Sunday. Also, sugar is wonky, but that’s what I get for going to Denny’s. Mmmm caffeinated coffeeeeee!
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Three Extra Years
Yesterday marked the anniversary of my arrival in the ER in Chicago for what we’d later find out was severe DKA. My blood sugar was riding at about 860 (normal is 80). I don’t remember must of this, as I was unconscious for the first 12 hours or so. A few things bleed through (someone
I Can Haz an Old Victorian House
Holy crap, I officially have keys to a big old fucking Victorian house. Yes, it’s huge. It’s 5 bedrooms. With a basement. A garden. Near a park. Bathroom and a half. 5 bedrooms, did I mention? And a turret room. A fucking turret room. Holy crap. Holy crap. J. and I got a Chipotle lunch
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Good Things
Narrowing in on a house rental within the right price range. Didn’t get the one we wanted, so we’re looking at a bigger house at the top of our rent range. Also negotiated with my current apartment complex, and they’re bringing the price down on a renovated 3 bedroom. Honestly, tho, I’d rather have a
Insurance PTSD
Everytime somebody calls me and says the word, “Insurance,” over the phone, my heart races, I get sick to my stomach, and I pull out a pad and paper. I also get that hardline note to my voice, the one that everybody always thinks is me being “angry.” In fact, it’s not me being angry,
An Inconvenient Truth
Last night, I watched An Inconvenient Truth. This morning, I saw this and this, and finally had a place to put all the pieces. I’m glad I don’t have kids.
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