Thanks, babe. I'm trying really hard. I'm trying to cut myself some slack and just do one thing at a time and do what I need in the moment.

My therapist is out of town until tomorrow. When I saw her on Tuesday she got worried about leaving. The person who was covering for her, I've never met. So, she made special arrangements for me to be in contact with a person that covers for her often and knows me well. R has been great.

(PS: Tep, I've edited my previous post to wax more lyrical about your therapy wins.)

You are a true warrior poet, my friend.

Did I say good? I meant mole rats. (Mole rats!)

Do you still have Rufus?

Good on you. I too am happy to sing the praises of therapy, but I've also noticed that effective therapy requires a buttload of hard and sometimes painful work from one's own good self.

Man, ain't that the truth. It was a LOT of hard work (and it's not like it's really over; I just no longer have to pay someone to help me with it), and there were times when it sucked like a gaping chest wound. Some things you'd just rather not deal with, you know? But those were the precise things that were causing me the biggest problems. (Isn't it always that way?)

So, in my own colourful idiolect, onya ya bonza sheila!

Ummmm....wrod, mang!

an 18-year old woman, listed sex as one of her hobbies, and stated that she makes $300,000 p.a. from her career as a prostitute and stripper.

I think that once you make money from it, it no longer qualifies as a "hobby."

Do you still have Rufus?

He is sitting on the immediate right of my monitor as I type this. On top of the volume control, as it happens.

You are a true warrior poet, my friend.

t sharpens nibs

t prepares to discover if it really is mightier than the sword

Man, ain't that the truth. It was a LOT of hard work (and it's not like it's really over; I just no longer have to pay someone to help me with it), and there were times when it sucked like a gaping chest wound. Some things you'd just rather not deal with, you know? But those were the precise things that were causing me the biggest problems. (Isn't it always that way?)

Yeah, of course on the plus side this also means that you feel a huge sense of accomplishment for it. (And, in my case, I wander round telling people that I'm damn well indestructible.) As I tell them at D&D, that which does not kill us makes us stronger, except shadows.

Well done, Mr tea!

Tep, you are definitly an inspiration for me. You've made amazing progress and I look at that and it drives home that I'll get to to that point.

Hee. Slumbernut.

Yay, Tep! That is such marvelous good news! I'm sitting here all fizzy with happiness over all the good things you know about yourself, your many strengths, your ability to fix what needs fixing, and all there is in you that is right as it is and needs no fixing.

(((Aimée))) Healing and recovery-ma to your grandfather, who really needs to stay put and keep loving you and also get to know and adore his exquisite great-granddaughter.

Sometimes a person thinks she knows exactly what she wants, but then the right person shows up, meeting very few of her original criteria, but he's just....the right person, you know?

Um, yes. This has been known to happen.

But even if it doesn't happen this time (and more fool she, then), good for you for taking the chance and writing to her. You've had such a hard, brutal past couple of years, and it is just so damn good to see that you not only survived it with your wit and kindness intact, but that you can still open yourself up to chance and possibility.

I find arrogance in people who aren't me very irritating.

Apparently, I'm not only married to meara, but I am in fact Typo Boy. What this says about all three of us (and, by extension, Hec) I hesitate to say.

I'm hungry!

Me too!

I want more coffee!

(((bitches)))

Liltyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!