A day early, I know. I just finished making not one, not two but three quiches for tomorrow’s Mother’s Day celebration because we’re going to have FIFTEEN PEOPLE at my sister’s house! Oh lawdy help me please!! How am I going to people with all the people??? This is the hazard of belonging to a big family. I know I shouldn’t bitch. It’s a privilege, blah blah blah. Well I’m all out of spoons from all this cooking, I deserve a cookie! Oh wait! Dammit I quit sugar! Bipolar On Fire getting tooooo fat! I’ve been eating like it’s a hobby and like sugar is good for me. Now my clothes are not fitting and I’m very uncomfortable. And I HATE dieting!!! I don’t know what to tell myself…I’m not going to buy bigger clothes!! And I’m trying not to die before my parents! Ah well.
So I got my third and final “fuck you” from Social Security Disability yesterday…no big surprise there but it still threw me into a bit of a panic. Somehow I thought there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but it turns out that I’m just like everybody else and I have to work for a living. Damn it all!! I don’t know how I’m going to do it with this cantankerous personality and labile mood. But if Social Security says I can work, then I have to work! Just one more test to pass, it will be a miracle if I get this Certified Ethical Hacker certification. Then it’s off to the job hunt. I’m giving myself until the end of the month.
Well that’s all from Bipolar On Fire Land, how are things in your world? Peace! And peach out!