Also ((Robin)) , hope the cramps let up.

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So, Crush!Girl definitely likes me. As in, last night there were many smoochies and admitting of interest and cuddles and all manner of neat things that I very, very much like.

YAY!!!

So we just went to sleep. Together. And this morning we held hands, and had breakfast, and our vibe is unchanged and we're so clearly dating! But I'm afraid, because I know she's conflicted, and I hate that, and I don't know what to do.

Oh. I think my advice remains unchanged from the other day, even though you've already talked a lot about the issue. Just keep doing what you're doing.

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OMG, Crush, Kill.

The dinner date that I dragged my ass into work to go to?

Looks like she is cancelling on me.

You know, I just can't take everyone's FUCKING DRAMA! Well, today. I can't take it today. I have no sleep!

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Dear Other People's Drama,

Step off of the Nora. She is tired, and you all suck.

Love,
The Buffistas.

On the plus side Nora, you get to go home to Tom.

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I would like to say that the red menace struck me yesterday and I woke up this morning with the (now monthly) Worst Cramps Ever (like puking from the pain bad).

I take back my complaining about my own cramps. Robin, I wish I could send you some codeine or something else that would ameliorate your pain.

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eh- she changed her mind. I'll bet she'll change it again.

Drama drama drama drama.

I wish I weren't so tired- hanging out with her tonight is going to require a lot of energy.

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Just had a very interesting class where I ended up sharing about my depression, diary cards and other treatment. Didn't see that coming out of my mouth today.

You are a very brave bug that could.

Ouch, Aimee! Is the thumb okay?

Reading about the Nazi Death Cramps, I suddenly am fearing Tuesday (well, I expect Tuesday)

She's very worried, possibly completely unwilling, to get involved with somebody who isn't Jewish.

You just need to convert. t /unhelpful But the smoochies and cuddling sound nice.

I have PT next week, three times a week for three weeks. Two hours. Going to make for long days but they are near the office at least.

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~~anti-cramp-ma~~

All of my nails are splitting, and I can't tell if it's because of (a) stress (b) lack of [insert nutrient here] in my diet, or (c) bad reaction to the cheap nail polish I'm wearing. Most likely a combination of all three.

I'm also having a bad lunch week. I haven't been in the mood to eat ANYTHING, so by the time I work up the energy and force myself to go out ('cause not being in the mood to eat != not being hungry, damnit), nothing's serving but fast food places. It's a bad bad cycle.

And Launchcast won't play Cool As Folk without my jumping through hoops to prove I'm not in the UK. (Which makes no sense to me, as it's INTERNET RADIO. Why should it matter where I am?)

t /goddamn diamond shoes

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Soothe~ma to the people that are closer to the earth right now. One of the benefits, for me, of perimenopause is that my cramping is much less than it used to be. Not sure it's true for all women.

On the other hand, the nightly hot flashes have resumed and have been waking me up at 3:30 in the morning every day for the past week. Argh. I'm finding it harder and harder to get up in the morning. And when I get up as late as I did today, I have no time to make a breakfast or lunch to take to work and end up buying them from the deli which costs me money. Damnit.

Yeah, tight toe diamond shoes, unite!

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Harvey now reserves 80% of his cute for Daniel. 75% of the remaining cute is directed at me specifically while I am eating, in the hopes that I will share.

Heh.

Considering how much I used to wish for a break from Harvey, I shouldn't be this jealous ;-)

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