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It's Monday again...ew.
The weekend needs to be three or four days long.
We went and saw Mission Impossible: Fallout, which was highly enjoyable. Totally against all the laws of physics, as usual, but fun. The climax of the film was surprisingly tense, and satisfying.
Jess and I saw Mission Impossible 2 as out first date, a long, long time ago, so I have a soft spot for the series.
Aside from that, life continues. I'm starting to get a hand on my diabetes, though I'm horrible about remembering my meds on time.
Tonight, I have a psych appt to up my dose of Latuda. It's definitely working, but a little more would be good. It's helped the crawling "badness" feelings I was having for the most part. But, occasionally they still sneak up and I feel like clawing my skin off is a viable option.
I did start writing the other day, which was nice. It would be good if it continues, or maybe if the med increases it. I miss the days when I could belt out 5000 words in a few hours. (Mind you, I don't really have a few hours anymore, which may be part of the problem.)
The weekend needs to be three or four days long.
We went and saw Mission Impossible: Fallout, which was highly enjoyable. Totally against all the laws of physics, as usual, but fun. The climax of the film was surprisingly tense, and satisfying.
Jess and I saw Mission Impossible 2 as out first date, a long, long time ago, so I have a soft spot for the series.
Aside from that, life continues. I'm starting to get a hand on my diabetes, though I'm horrible about remembering my meds on time.
Tonight, I have a psych appt to up my dose of Latuda. It's definitely working, but a little more would be good. It's helped the crawling "badness" feelings I was having for the most part. But, occasionally they still sneak up and I feel like clawing my skin off is a viable option.
I did start writing the other day, which was nice. It would be good if it continues, or maybe if the med increases it. I miss the days when I could belt out 5000 words in a few hours. (Mind you, I don't really have a few hours anymore, which may be part of the problem.)
