I remember when Scrubbing Bubbles™ was just plain old Dow Bathroom Cleaner™.

Was she a crazyass nutjob lying sack of shit?

Yes. Likely, she was mentally ill, which I also stated. Beverly suggested putting a note at the end about her death just a few weeks before I completed the essay, which I did, and ended it by saying that I hope her troubled mind is at peace.

I think that was the best way to go about it.

That seems very kind actually. While still being honest in the essay. Being dead now doesn't make what she did any less heinous.

Would you take it?

Interesting. With enough testing? Yeah, I think I would, if it really does what it says. There's the problem that they're intending it for traumas which would result in PTSD, and it's not entirely clear which ones those are, but memories that get etched so strongly that they cause insurmountable fear or flashbacks can cause serious, disabling damage. So, yeah. You know, if the pharmaceutical world were perfect and I could trust that it would actually do exactly and only what they say. Hah!

People who've had PTSD are likely to develop it again, right? It would seem like a good idea there.

I just got back from a first date with a very lovely woman. It's been a year since I've been out with somebody. I'd forgotten how nice it is to care about somebody and be cared about. She wants to see me again. I sure hope this works out.

Edit: I'd be remiss if I didn't point out the porn value of this post number.

I'd be remiss if I didn't point out the porn value of this post number.

You're in like Flynn.

I just finished writing as essay called Munchasen's by Internet, about a woman who scammed The Bronze into believing she had a dying child, before we did some sleuthing and found out that nothing she ever said was true.

I just googled her real name, and discovered an obituary. She died about six weeks ago. Man. I was just writing some cruel shit about this woman.

Oh, crap. I feel sorry for her; I always have, but I also felt sorry for all the Bronzers she took in, and for the Bronze itself, because she kind of sullied it, but right now, I feel sorry for you, Allyson.

Yes. Likely, she was mentally ill, which I also stated. Beverly suggested putting a note at the end about her death just a few weeks before I completed the essay, which I did, and ended it by saying that I hope her troubled mind is at peace.

I think that was the best way to go about it.

Yeah.

I stayed awake until 3:30 last night to sober up, thinking I'd sleep all morning. I couldn't stay in bed past 8:30. This is unfair.

Sounds like a good way to handle it Allyson.

Sue, that sucks.

I have less than an hour to get ready and leave my house and I am completely unmotivated. Also it is wicked windy outside, I am at a loss at what to wear to deal with the cold windy.