Here, I am, all relatively prompt and shit... OK 15 minutes isn't prompt.
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So I'm making some progress in therapy.
But not enough.
I feel like shit.
The ending of Veronica Mars this week? It so needed to not be ambiguous. It made me feel a lot worse.
OK. Monday? What time and where? And Tuesday whatcha wanna do?
Oh, Tom. I'm so sorry you're feeling like shit and you feel like your progress is not enough.
oh carp. I know I have your e on one of the 4 house computers. I've gotta figger out which one.
Tom, let me say, I'm impressed with progress, of any kind. I say this as someone without many challenges who still is struggling over some minor stupid hurdles. So... I'm sorry it doesn't seem enough, but know that it is something.
Also, wanna cat? He's really sweet! Some furry monster has impeded my typing ALL EVENING. And that was after getting 20 minutes of kid adoration when I first got home.
And he just blitzed royally trying to leap on the table. Hit the address book. Whoops. One feline dignity, injured. One page of address book, torn out.
sara, insent. destructo!
{{{Tom}}} What sarameg said. Progress is good, and damn impressive, even if it's not as much as you would have liked.