I want a nap. Anyone else?

No, I want email.

pokes server again

Jobma for all, indeed.

Plei, I'm done with my nap; you can have it.

This is afternoon, Jilli. It ought to be there. Poke it some more.

I'd like to join the Plei/Perkins nap.

Email~ma for Jilli!

Well, right now, it's a trapped-by-Lily's-nap-flop.

Sadly, I am too wakeful to nap. Pity, because it would be the perfect time.

Tons of job ~ma on the way to Jilli & Matt & P-C & Susan!! (Did I miss anyone?) Winning-the-lottery ~ma to all the Bitches!

I keep telling myself I leave tomorrow and I will have fun.

Unfortunatly I had to stop by Mom's to get something for the trip and we talked some and it ended up with more of "you shouldn't go". This time she was saying that the President or the Gov of Florida or someone should be telling people not to go on vacations this weekend and instead to spend the money they would've spent as donations. Which is, I mean, a nice idea if it's something cancelable but some people have nonrefundalbe trips etc.

So, she says "I know you don't want to hear this, but I think you shouldn't go on your trip. It probably isn't responsible right now with the gas situation."

Ever since I said I was going ot go up to Atlanta to see Ginger Mom's been all "I don't like the idea of you driving in Atlanta. I don't like the idea of you driving up to Atlanta. You don't ahve a lot of experience driving on the interstate." Granted I did smash up two cars recently but still.

And then when I told her I was going to Dragoncon on Labor Day she got worse. And then she'll say stuff like "I don't want you not to go, I'm just worried." It drives me crazy.

I've told her that I don't feel good when she says these things, that it makes me feel incapable and that I doubt my ability to actually drive up there, and she makes all the right noises and then does it again.

Often impossible things to say to a mother:

Look, I'm a grownup now. I will make mistakes (as you must have), and sheltering me won't help either of us. Save the concern for when you can make a difference okay?

Even if this is you admitting you did a bad job of being a mother, you do need to back off.

I'm not saying I can say that to my mother (mostly I say "you know, I don't care, and if you keep doing this, I won't tell you my plans anymore")

Or, also possibly hard to say, or maybe something to which you can't commit, but you could say,

Well, I'm going, so we shouldn't spend our time together arguing about it. But I'll let you know when I'm leaving, and call you when I get there, and give you my room number in case of emergency. As for being responsible, this is something I've planned for. I don't live to work. I work to live.

Ever since I said I was going ot go up to Atlanta to see Ginger Mom's been all "I don't like the idea of you driving in Atlanta."

I, however, am kind of enjoying feeling like an axe-murderer.

It's the heft of the axe. Comforting.