... I have insomnia tonight. It's well on the way to 4am and I am not tired ( Read more... )

Yesterday, we bought things ( Read more... )

...I was with my family, and we were going on a journey somewhere. On foot. It was all messed up and confusing in the usual sense of how my dreams work, until ( Read more... )

I know I haven't posted much the last few months. Side effect of my brain-fail at the moment. Very poor attention span and short term memory. Don't know the cause, et, whether it's food allergy related, or just an autism flare or something. But yeah. I'm okay. Lots of sensory issues, mainly to do with light, sound and clothing. The usual suspects. ( Read more... )

Still here.

Still anxious.

And, as a turnabout to the insomnia, I just slept most of the last 24 hours. *facepalm*

Still scanning recipe books. It's keeping me busy. I can't actually make anything, because we're out of flour, amongst other things, but I'm certainly doing a lot of window-shopping while I'm working ( Read more... )

Got to bed late last night (as in well past three) and promptly had a misunderstanding with Emma that led to a fully fledged anxiety attack. Lovely. Was well past dawn by the time I got any sleep, and then the fucking soccer players across the oval woke me up far too early. Gave up on sleep entirely by just before midday. Am tired, cranky, sore and ( Read more... )

The internet has been going sooooo slooowly the last day or two. A little while ago, we ticked over into our new month, so we're back up to broadband speed! WIN ( Read more... )

TMI, but I don't care ( Read more... )

Fifteen hours. WTF, brain?

It's 7:30pm, now, and I'm still in my 'first thing in the morning' fog, even after two coffees.

Anywho, today is a day for making soakers. Rather than adapting the Newborn Soaker pattern for larger sizes, I'm making the Tiny Birds Soaker pattern and then for the medium size, reducing it down to midway between the ( Read more... )

Because a Willy Wagtail is doing laps of your lounge room, making scolding noises. By the time you get up to try and shoo it out, it's departed the way it got in - through your small kitchen window. You go back to bed for another hour ( Read more... )