i plotted out my Spring Quarter’s plans. put out goals for April, May, and June.
and then at the end of June, we will try for the Summer Quarter.
i need to get 2023 goals moving forward, faster than what i am doing now.
and my other oracle deck will be in the mail soon! can not wait to crack into that deck when it shows up.
i’ll add it to the pile that i need to attack.
i am ahead with reading. it’s now all bonus points.
i get a tax refund today. hope to cash that tomorrow and store that away for later.
changes. changes are happening.
i went off rails when the time change and i am trying to get back into a new routine.
i need to buckle down and work on my #ToDoList. i am falling behind while being ahead and i know that is possible.
i feel the need to write. i don’t know what kind of fiction i can make or if i want to go off the rails hard and dive into non-fiction.
and i don’t know if that will be writing that falls into a notebook via pen and never be posted on the internet which is a crazy idea since i posted everything on the internet since 2001.
i started prepacking for Springfield.
April is almost here and i want to get harder on getting my lair to a better lvl.
i’m 150% done for the month, 38% for the year, giving me a A grade.
i’ve been under 300 lbs. since the 17th.
i need to write a real entry, soon.
i’m 132% done for the month, 33% for the year, still a B- grade.
the big win is that when i weigh myself this morning, i was below 300.
i was 299.8.
it has been a long time since i was in the 200’s and i am thrilled by it.
now to keep it and to keep losing it.
i need to work on my #ToDoList and clean some shit.
yeah no.
yeah no.
yeah no.
i dug throw my files to find an old poem of mine. i want to post on Tumblr but, fucking if copyright would be honor and then the sadder look of no one seeing it because somehow i can post stuff on the internet and no one sees it.
i want to spend Saturday cleaning. i want to so bad and i have hopes of that happening.
i want more and i don’t know how to get it.
shower, and hoping into bed to read.
i’m 130% done for the month, 32% for the year, giving me a B- for grade.
i need to work.
and my plan after posting this is to get some fucking work down. i want next week Sunday to be a day of rest and reading and that involves doing the work NOW.
the pot is getting to me, in a good way? i’m not drinking so, there’s that. i don’t go looking for destressing herbs, because i have pot. last night i got the feel to write but i’m also tired so, that didn’t go anywhere.
maybe some uppers and pot will give me something different…
off to get some work done!
where do i start?
i was killing a bit of time and was looking over the herbs and vits at the store when i saw the ones to help with stress and i laughed. i laughed because i have weed at home.
and as i sit here, i feel the idea of a story bubbling. i don’t know what and i don’t know if it means anything but it is there.
i have a weekend coming up and i want so hard to work on cleaning THIS Saturday, hopefully do something on Wednesday (am going shopping with Mother), work again on Saturday so on Sunday i can relax.
this is almost like its own kind of high.
