Brain. Full.

I've been writing content for my website. I've been trying to find a job.

I sleep. I type. I send emails. I sleep. I type. I clean something. I sleep. I type. I stitch some.

I watch The Golden Girls at 1 AM. Then I sleep again.

Tomorrow I will add laundry and an evening meeting into the mix, because I'm a real wild one an' I like a wild fun.

I'm feeling 100% better about my life in recent days because I made a plan back in July, and despite losing my job and struggling more financially than I thought I would be at this point in the plan, I'm following through with it.

Barring any technical difficulties I will launch my website on December 3. Hopefully there will be a new job just around the corner. Please, please, please let there be a job right around the corner. I have big plans. I need some financial stability to keep the plan moving.

My sleeping pill is kicking in. Maybe I'll be out cold by 2:30 AM. Maybe.

New twist

MS fatigue is the shits. I can manage a Monday to Friday 8-4 or 9-5 grind with medication and financial motivation, but it seems now that since I have no reason to get up in the morning my sleep works like this:

Week One: 4 hours of sleep after 5 hours of anxiety and muscle spasms every single night.

Week Two: 12 hours of sleep on Day One, 7 hours sleep on Day Two, 4 hours sleep on Day Three, 12 hours of sleep on Day Four, 8 hours of sleep on Day Five, 4 hours of sleep on Day Six and then 12 hours sleep on Day Seven.

Believe this pattern to be unsustainable.

Wellness check

Insomnia. Unemployment. 75% vegetarian diet. Insignificant birthday in a couple of weeks.

Bought two hats that are necessary for my enjoyment and/or survival of the summer months.

Happy Pride Week, Toronto!

Not dead.

Check ya laterz.