Oh, Cashmere, that sweetie Owen. Hope he still sleeps through the night for you. Poor guy must just be all tuckered out.
So, I'm feeling a little less catastrophic...still feeling frustrated and blahish, but less catastrophic. I was really trying not to be catastrophic earlier, but it was still seeping through, I think. I'm gonna try to just take it easy and deal with the feelings till Monday, then start problem-solving. I've gotten some great ideas, here and from my therapist and parents, and when I'm feeling better I can start attacking those avenues.
Edit: Cass, do you have time to jump on IM for a bit?
Good for you, vw. It sounds like a great plan.
That's for your sanity!
Obviously I'm my favorite.
It really
is
becoming on you.
Alright,
Survival of the Richest
is something I a) should not watch and b) will become obsessed with.
Goddammit. Emmett just smashed his finger in the car door.
Like he had an unerring sense that his health care coverage expired at midnight tonight and his mother hadn't transitioned it to her plan yet.
Fuck.
It's not broken, but the nail is black already.
I had just parked the car and he saw a dog (of course) and rushed out of the car slamming the door behind him, and catching the tip of his left index finger in the door. Worse, I didn't know what was happening until I could hear him screaming. Then I ran around to the other side and the door had locked on his finger and he couldn't get it out and I'm scrambling to get it unlocked.
This week bites.
Hec, you can carefully drill a hole in it to let the blood out.
My mother always used spare surgical stuff, but, umm, I doubt you have that around. Last time I slammed my finger tip in the door, I think I used an Exacto.
Oh, and rebuilding the part of the nail that fell off with a gel nail kit TOTALLY helped with the healing process.
Oh fuck, Hec. I hope it's not too bad.
