I really don't like the part of me that is posting All About Me And My Pain right now. I'm not going to stop, hopefully, but it still grates.

In-very-deed. One realizes that one is so terribly bored of dealing with the shit, and if you're boring yourself, then how are others going to react? It feels so damned Narcissistic. "See me! I hurt, I'm frustrated, and all the other things I've been taught I should keep to myelf." But that way leadeth to ulcers, and that's one more thing you don't need.

t gazes out snowy window pensively, comes up with nothing pity It sucks, my sister. It sucks.

Deena is me. I'm about to go to sleep, but hey, I'm there for you, Cass. Tomorrow. Yeah, that's right. Tomorrow. Or maybe Tuesday.

Seriously, I too have been there. Even though the divorce was certainly not my idea, within a few years I came to realize that I was better off. That does not mean I didn't spend many hours as a sodden lump on the bed.

Gronk.

Made it my first week.

34 hours on the clock.

I think I can make it the whole 40 next week, easy.

Still looking for permanent job, or on to start when this one ends (or sooner if fiscally advantagous) in 6-8 weeks.

Damn I love the Bitches. I just do.

Thank you all. Even those of you who chose lives and sleep over comforting me tonight.

I am going to try and get some sleep myself now. If that Insomnia Bitch shows up, Ima flay her. Really not the night to mess with me. (Does anyone have ita on speed dial if it turns out that the Insomnia Bitch has skillz beyond the keeping me awake for ages?)

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Go you, dcj...

washer works. Yay us. had pizza. more yay. DH is sick. bbooooo. I had vodka in my lemonade , he had honey. Yay. We rewatched the Angel final. Damn, that was good tv.

work, daniel, work!

Yay on the washer working! And the pizza cause I am hungry. And the vodka cause, well, vodka. I think I will rewatch good tv too. Boooo on sick DH... Healthy thoughts winging eastward.

{{{Cass}}} Restful sleep-ma to you.

And in my first world problem of the night, I'm wrestling with a pesky transition scene, wherein characters who are barely acquainted realize they're headed in the same direction and might as well walk together as not. Which leads to conversation, and banter, and chemistry if I'm doing this right. And I've written the banter, and I think it's decent. Shows that the characters fell deeply in like at first sight, yet with hints of conflict. But I'm on my fifth try at actually getting them out the door and headed in the same direction.

But describing it makes me realize I've overcomplicated the thing, when all that really needs to happen is the simple realization they're going the same place....off to try again....

Cass - get some sleep . Things won't be better , but they will have their place

And in other insomnia news, even having guests doesn't help, as they eventually wear out and want to sleep. Weaklings, feh!

Cass, you know how to reach me. Anytime, dear one. Venting pain is of the good.