Posts Tagged ‘dayre-exported’

The Igor of the day is shifty.

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CNY was not bad, for a change. I thought I would be as anxious as last year but it actually went quite well. It was a nice break and for once, because I was less anxious, I didn't overeat.

Trial tomorrow. Back to the grind. Bleargh.

In case I don't get around to it, you can still follow me on Instagram, same username.

I'm still looking for somewhere to write though. Will update once I get there 🙂

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I have been posting on Dayre since November 2013.

I left my WordPress blog to port over to Dayre because it was a more convenient way to record the crazy bits of my day.

Many support staff and 4 associates later, I am writing this while on a bus on my way to Ash Wednesday mass.

I will continue somewhere. I haven't quite figured it out as yet. Do let me know if you'd like to continue to read my stream of consciousness.

Thanks for participating in my life.


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I read an article today about praying mantis having a completely different form of stereoscopic vision from humans and how they have developed this system which uses way less processing power than humans.

Maybe evolutionarily, humans as a species are just not wired to learn to be more efficient over time.

So maybe there are no solutions to my problems. I should just put it down to nature, shrug and carry on. No need to spend too much emotional energy on this.

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I had a semi-meltdown today from 3 weeks of accumulated frustrations.

I was unbelievably sad and cranky. So I sat around and put nice things into my shopping cart on Shopbop, made a spreadsheet of 3 years' worth of medical expenses, fixed a printer and read a 77-page judgement.

Then I felt better.

I'm not sure if being easily amused is a curse or a blessing. I am disgusted by my inability to stay angry, especially when my ability to get a better deal for my clients sometimes depends on staying angry.

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My version of alfredo pasta for lunch today. I made a pea sauce because A hates peas so I mushed it up so she has no choice but to eat them.

Here is my daughter who can't go anywhere these days without her book.

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My social anxiety means that I am sitting at the bar, about 6 metres or so away from the party I am supposed to be participating in.

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