a few things.

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I wanted to share a few things… none of which are vitally important… but Calvin told me to share anyway.

  1. I’m sorry about ‘secret admirer‘… again. Despite all of recent hellishness, I thought it would be ready sometime Friday as it should have been… but it wasn’t and it still isn’t. I tried so hard to finish it last night, but, of course, the harder I tried, the harder it became. My current plan is to post by the end of today… or at least the end of tomorrow. Though I’m not very happy with either of those… should have been Friday.

  2. I think something chemically weird is going on with substances I’ve been ingesting. Legally. Like, not a mood or a terrible way of thinking… but rather physical manifestations from some combo of substances. I thought nothing of it until it occurred to me that these things started with no apparent cause other than one recent med modification. Now I’m thinking that’s the reason… Of course, I had this realization last night, fucking Friday night, and I cannot do anything about it until Monday. I’m not sure I dare say I’m ‘lucky‘… but I do happen to have a previously-scheduled appointment Monday morning. I just hope another switch doesn’t ruin the part of the previous one that was really helpful. (Sorry for being so vague.)

  3. I haven’t allowed myself to get a new handbag even though my current one has a hole hiding on the side. But no new one because money. Well, I finally said ‘fuck it‘ and bought one. (Finally said ‘fuck it’? I say that about 50 times a day…) The bag wasn’t expensive so obviously it’s pleather, not leather, but I don’t care. As long as it’s black. Of course, I feel guilty as hell over spending anything. (Oh, and my wallet is also in a dire state… ugh. Maybe I can borrow my daughter’s velcro Batgirl one…)

  4. I feel like there was something else but I have no fucking idea what it was.

You probably didn’t need a blow-by-blow account of the goings-on in my head… (at least not this kind of blow-by-blow…) but there it is.

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves music, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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13 Responses to a few things.

  1. theturtle says:

    I’m ok looking forward to ‘secret admirer’ by Monday …something Good on not so likable Monday 😉 if you can’t publish it before .
    Enjoy your kids on the weekend , we can wait 🙂
    And the “change” sometimes things take a few days/weeks to work like they re supposed to .
    Turtle Hugs

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    • I think it’s been a while… the change thing, I mean. I just dismissed the weirdness thinking it wasn’t so weird. But then I realized when it started… and it kept getting weirder. Yes, you guessed it, I’ve finally grown horns.

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  2. magarisa says:

    Well, I know the “change” can’t be menopause, since you’re too young for that. 😉

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  3. Hahaha, wouldn’t it be fun if we all had Batgirl wallets? I love that and maybe the med thing will help. Good you thought about that! Secret admirer will be perfect whenever it’s ready. I can hardly write a limerick right now…

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  4. Don’t worry, your followers love you and will happily wait for “Secret Admirer” on Monday too!
    I love the idea of a bat girl wallet by the way 😉

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