Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers

It's a Nice Day for Leather

It's cool today. In the low 70's. Fall weather that will fall away. I'm still trying to get used to the time change. It's only been a few days.

So, how am I doing? It's one year exactly since I got home from the psych hospital. I remember nothing. My cure makes me "sedated out of my mind," as Doc put it. He's not wrong. I am zonked. I can't even take care of the house. I've done nothing this year except acquire supplies. But I have no creative urges.

And there is a small hole forming on my knee of my favorite jeans because I lean my elbow on it constantly, and my elbows are really rough, so eventually holes start to form in my pants. I went to the Old Navy site to check out the price of a replacement pair. Turns out they turned the entire line into jeans with holes.

Fashion is Hard.

Doc is doing well. As far as the internet goes.

I have to call my mom and ask about my dad. Though, if there had been any change, I'm pretty sure she would have called me.

I just wrote this thing and lost it. I am typing in a queer position. Not Queer, queer. I'm starting to see why people can't listen to me.

The worst part is the memory thing. The second worst part is that I'm still mean for no reason sometimes and I wear Doc out. I'm trying. Just not getting anywhere but deeper in this damn mud.

The State of the Cydniey: ragged, but looking marvelous!

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