starting a month or two ago, and on and off to begin with, i wrote brief notes about the day on the backs of my year in pixels sheets whenever there was something in particular to make note of ( Read more... )

...being asked if i'm going to adopt another cat ( Read more... )

starting from Sunday at about noon, until 10:15pm yesterday, and in between the other demands of life, i've done a heck of a lot of walking. i mean, maybe not a heck, but i went out Sunday, twice on Monday, and again twice on Tuesday

a breakdown, from what i can remember

Sundaybefore work, at ~12pm, i went out to Walmart. wanted to buy a couple ( Read more... )

the morning / early afternoon was alright. i wasn't really sure what to do when i first woke up, outside of watching Youtube videos, but i made a good start working on tidying up laptop stuff last night, and picked back up on that after having some time to wake up. got through all the folders for either new videos per channel, or entire new ( Read more... )

...or at least that's the plan. if i make the statement that i'm trying to take time to step back and get away from things, am i still actively pursuing that goal, or is the effort interrupted ( Read more... )

i got up and washed the dishes ( Read more... )

there isn't enough time to really get into anything right now, because i want to get up and wash the dishes / get going for the day proper ( Read more... )

i told Mom when she came for movie night the same afternoon that i plotted out the routes and added up all the numbers ( Read more... )

concerning the redundantly-titled ongoing topic of perseveration (autism), i had a thought last night that feels significant among others:

it doesn't matter whether i actually am or not. as something that came along basically out of the blue and proceeded to flood my existence, it's been the topic lately, but i'm into the part now where it feels ( Read more... )

the challenge for this entry: figure out how to put very palpable, real emotion into words in a way that captures all the nuance, and energy of the thing. in a visceral sense, i know, and somewhat remember how i felt as far as the specific memory i'm drawing on, but putting that into words feels like an impossible task. i'm aware of alexithymia ( Read more... )