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  • Something’s wrong . . .

    Once the thought is there, as much as your mind would like to push it away, it’s there and there’s no way of stopping it from growing. Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with the baby. It began creeping into my head 15 years and a few weeks ago, the feisty pushing, scrambling and moving inside me suddenly… Read more

  • Dutch Baby

    Was proud and relieved this morning that I was able to make Dutch Baby for breakfast. I panicked when the cupboard was bare. Note to self, when sending the guys to get the food for the birthday gathering whilst you get paper stuff and decorations, remind them that it’s a sleepover! No matter. Looking into… Read more

  • Thanks for coming

    Heeeeey! Nice to see you! Wait! I’m not in that big of a hurry. Can you stop a sec? Twenty more minutes until meeting time, we can chat! Never would I have thought it possible to be this pathetically lonely in a busy office. So, yeah, thanks for coming to see me. I drew you… Read more

  • Creep

    All right, I’ll admit it. I know I’m not as creepy as I’d like to think I am and I also know that a large portion of the eccentricities I display are for self protection and preservation. They tell you to talk to yourself if you feel like you’re being followed because people are afraid… Read more

  • Spike

    Sometimes when I’m in a meeting and it’s going really, really, really long, I feel like taking my pen and shoving it through my left palm like a spike. Read more

  • Sort of

    Yes, yes, my panic is incomprehensible to most. After all, I am still within a healthy BMI, but I’ve gained 8 pounds in five months on these meds — 8 POUNDS — and it MUST stop and reverse itself. Feh. Three to six weeks until they can get me into some sort of psych/med eval, so I’m… Read more