So it should strike no one as a surprise that I am writing less, feeling less motivated and basically want to cry or scream on at least an hourly basis.
I have done some knitting. And I have been reading an Evanovich book every day or so just to live in someone else's world for a moment, as ours is so ghastly.
Oh well, look to this blog to get cheerier once I get back into grad school for Library Science, anything not pertaining to disabilities, and/or November 1st, when St Timmy's health insurance kicks in and I get back on DRUGS.
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