Listening to vinyl records in a pitch black room. Sipping ice water. Pink Floyd is amazing tonight. I love being in a house instead of an apartment, I can blast this mofo loud.
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Amanda Palmer puts on an amazing stage show.
Just had crab Pud Thai for dinner, now on the way to the venue to see Amanda Palmer in concert tonight.
My gaming laptop is currently dead. I am sending it to a friend soon who repairs computers for a living. It was not a cheap laptop.
Getting ready to watch a 7 hour movie tonight.
My weekend begins now.
My attention span is zero right now.
Getting more dental work done this afternoon, but this should be the end of it for now. Always brush and floss your teeth if you don't want to end up like me and need 10 fillings due to not taking care of things.
I am thinking of perhaps buying myself a massage from a legit massage therapist. Maybe I'll do that during my vacation in August. Hike long trails and get a massage near the end of the trip.
Kept myself around 2000 calories today. YaY!
Should I go to a recovery meeting tonight or should I go to bed early instead? Decisions, decisions.
I feel like passing out, sleeping for several hours, then waking up tomorrow to do 10,000 steps all over again.
I have a fitbit now along with an accountability partner to make sure I walk 10,000 steps a day every single day.
I walked up several hills this morning and my co-workers are now worried that I am sick. I am not sick, I am just very out of shape and I am trying to force myself back into shape.
Forget the message my mother always hammers into me. I am not bothering people just by existing. I have the right to take care of myself and to not sacrifice myself for anybody who wants to take advantage.
I miss having a dishwasher.
I really do have a lot to be grateful for. I have a handful of very close friends. I have my own little castle that I can afford. My mental and physical health is a work in progress. Doctor thinks I may be bipolar type 2 on top of being an Aspie, but I’d rather not be one of those who uses a diagnosis as an excuse for bad behavior.
I feel like I want to make enchiladas in mole sauce for myself tonight. Then going to the gym to burn them off tomorrow.
Twisted my ankle at last night’s concert and did not feel it until this morning. I guess slam dancing should remain a young person’s game.
I need to sleep, but insomnia strikes again. Bloody hell.
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