I have, and I think I'd lean up to 10. Which is fortunate for me, because generally it doesn't matter what damn shoe it is, the 9s and 9 1/2s disappear from the store almost immediately.

Oooh, free trip and two old friends! Rock!

slides pillow onto Nora's desk

I'm sorry Nora. But you're still brilliant!

I am not at all in the LJ habit, but I did post some Wilma pictures there. [link]

I don't like it when my mom calls me at work.

I am completely inept at dealing with my mother.

Sweet girl, I am right there with you. It's so frustrating. However (observe my years of therapy paying off), I wouldn't say that *you* are inept; I'd say that the relationship between the 2 of you isn't conducive to healthy interaction.

And I seriously don't mean that as a bunch of psychobabble -- I mean it for real. Bad interaction between the 2 of you is NOT your fault.

I am completely inept at dealing with my mother.

She knows right where your buttons are, she installed them. You will never have similar power over her so just quit trying.

One of mine involved a serial killer who peeled his victims' skin off. My dream was following the loose cannon detective called in to take him down when all else had failed. He got partnered up with a naive young blonde rookie, who just happened to fit the profile of all the previous victims. Long story short, she got kidnapped and it turned out that the hard-as-nails detective was the serial killer, and the rookie woke up strapped to a chair in a room lined with the skins of his victims.

I blame Tim.

well, clearly.

Timelies. Still no power. I seriously think we'll be that last little group of people who receive power sometimes during the end of November. I have no faith right now.

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One of mine involved a serial killer who peeled his victims' skin off. My dream was following the loose cannon detective called in to take him down when all else had failed. He got partnered up with a naive young blonde rookie, who just happened to fit the profile of all the previous victims. Long story short, she got kidnapped and it turned out that the hard-as-nails detective was the serial killer, and the rookie woke up strapped to a chair in a room lined with the skins of his victims.

I would blame Tim as well.

I know what some of these issues are (perfectionism, fear of conflict, a tendency to take on more than I can do), but it seems like knowing them is less than half the battle.

Oh yeah, oh G-d yeah. I think its one part depression and three parts bad habit borne out of depression and some part me just being a weenie.

Quick Fun Fix: Assign self dorky little project that can be finished in 1 hour. Enjoy the process and allow results to be not-quite-as-good as if you'd spent two weeks fiddling with it. Doesn't resolve the underlying problems, but at least you get to do an end run around them.

I am completely inept at dealing with my mother.

I think most of us are. {{{Nora}}}. Also, what Trudy said.

I am a complete idiot. I wasn't scheduled to work today. I transposed Friday and Saturday for Thursday and Friday. So, I ended up getting some errands done instead.