Step away from the Bush Megan. This might be more uplifting politics - [link]

eta: made me grin anyway

I made the chaos in my house all by myself, and yet I think I need at least three other people to straighten it up.

I discourage people from reading the comments after the article Laura linked too. There are too many crazies on both sides in this country.

There are too many crazies on both sides in this country.

This is a true fact.

I would like a nap now, but I guess it's too late -- it's now time to actually start my day and not just play with iTunes and my new phone. Ah well.

Question moved to tech.

Timelies all!

Healthma to ita and Tommy.

Currently in my pjs. Soon I will shower, dress and go out. I need to pick up a book at the library(yay!), go to Toys 'R US to pick up gifts for the nephews(Ugh- not to the actually buying, but to the having to brave the crowds) and get gift cards at Borders. Whee. Tonight we go see Damn Yankees at Arena stage!

I discourage people from reading the comments after the article Laura linked too.

Oh yeah. I started to and decided I didn't want to go there. I decided to just grin at the report and ignore the craxy.

The pain is getting to my...well, head's not the right word but maybe it makes sense way too much today. I'm overly fragile. And it shows, I think. People are acting weird around me.

ita, I remember being in constant searing pain when my back was injured, and how it *does* get to your head. Or your....something. It changed my entire personality, because all my energy went toward tolerating the pain and not collapsing in a heap and howling -- I had no energy left to deal with people, and I know I got snappish and cranky and mean as a result.

That constant pain reduces your focus to a tiny pinpoint -- dealing with the pain and not collapsing -- and that focus has you trapped and takes up all your energy.

I remember all too well what that was like, and I am SO sorry you're in the same situation right now.

Bigtime healing vibes to tommy and ita.

I was just listening to a morning show on the radio, and they had the resident movie critic on. His best line was about The Family Stone, "You've seen this plot a million times before, usually on 30-minute shows on the WB." Ouch!

We ate granola and yogurt back when people still looked at you funny.

All you give me is the seaweed
And the alfalfa sprouts
Sunflower seeds
And I got my doubts
Then you left me here
With these Chicken Cordon Blues

Oh, augh, gnyargh, ita. It's so utterly wrong that you have to go through this, be eaten up by it.

The tiny, tiny handful of times I've been in anything like chronic pain -- really, more like semi-chronic discomfort -- it's boggled me how emotionally sapping it is, how it colors everything you do and becomes the central event and everything else happens around it, or through it, or despite it. And I know that I only had it for hours, maybe a day or so, every now and then, and that it was comparatively nothing.

And then I think of the Buffistas who are battling through serious chronic pain (body pain, back pain, frequent migraines - shit!) week after week, month after month, and still functioning: jobs, job crises, taking classes, teaching classes, parenting; and I'm just boggled anew that you manage to do any of it for even one day, let alone months on end, and just utterly fucking helplessly angry that none of the people poking and prodding and scanning you are doing jack shit to give you back your brains and your bodies.

I hate that some of the most gifted and amazing and life-filled people I know are also some of the most pain-ridden and that nobody's fixing it. Hate it.

Grr... some people are so... grrr..

There's a link going around to some message board posting which said "Right after we saw Brokeback Mountain, my husband said he wanted a divorce, and he's moving in with his best friend. This movie turned him gay! Bad, bad Hollywood!"

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