Tori’s Writing Hole

Christmas… it’s time to officially go bug-nuts. Or at least, stress my brains and body out completely. Been trying to keep up with life but I feel so clichéd and just tired with the whole season. I got my presents purchased, cards written and sent, and tiny 4′ tree decorated and placed in the corner. But, ugh.

I started to use Twitter - but I’m not so sure. I think I’m using it as a giant pity party, like a tiny snippet blog where I can moan to others about how my life’s no good. Maybe I’m using it wrong. I’ll have to regroup. Or maybe I do need a place to whine. Eh, we’ll see.

My health’s been poopy - that’s right, poopy. Doctor’s going to use me as a pharmacological experiment again, I’ll be starting Lyrica, another anticonvulsant cum drug for everything that’s been approved for use as a pain management tool for fibromyalgia. Mood stabilizer too. I’m sure it will make me tired and generally unhappy at the beginning, but hopefully it will do something other than make me regret I’ve tried it.

Oh yeah, I have cold hands. Always. Forced air heat is dry, intermittent, too hot when it’s on and not warm at all when not running. Thus - cold hands.

For later - I’ve baked two holiday cookies so far this year, spritz and molasses. More to come.

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