HiBye!

Oh Nora, I am so glad you are having an OK time! Much better than the alternative.

I'm at BeemerLand today and am resolving to have a better attitude to anyone I come in contact with. Why give up my power to self-entitled jerks who feel that in order to fulfill their sad, empty lives they have to own $150k cars and be rude to the girl on the phone/behind the counter? Why should I let them alter my day and mood? Strangers should not have that power over me and I shall not give it to them!

I can not control their behavior, but I can control my reaction to them. And today, I shall.

YAY THERAPY!

Oh Nora, I am so glad you are having an OK time! Much better than the alternative.

Thanks. I'm sorry I've been spilling so much in here, I feel so lameass about going on. Mostly because I feel like I'm posting so in the moment that it makes me sort of ashamed of myself, leaving all that emotion out in public. (I have a history of deleting after the fact due to this too)

But I think I might be getting crazier. Oh, well, I will see if increased medication helps (though I won't be able to start that till Tuesday) or if I am really getting paranoid, a persecution complex, and obsessive narcissim.

Why should I let them alter my day and mood? Strangers should not have that power over me and I shall not give it to them!

YAY AIMEE!

Hi Aims. Hi everybody.

So, I'm up, partially caffenated (I drank my tea too fast while it was still pretty warm and barfed some of it back up while I was brushing my teeth It's happened before under the same conditions, so I'm not worried -- it's just stress), and dressed. Now it's back up to the hospital for most of the day, then a show from 6:30 until 10:00ish. Which means I won't be able to get back in to the hospital after the show.

And for a gratuitous tag post....

I was already thinking about changing my tag to this Zoidberg quote (as sad as I am to see Nutty's great verdict go), and after the last twenty four hours I think it's more appropriate than ever.

Sean, good luck with your day.

Thanks, sj.

I have an AWESOME and glamorous new haicut!

The hairdo mojo this week is strong!

Hec, you'd love this guy

I love him already because he made you happy. It sounds like a great haircut.

I went to, he reminded me of you, but he is in special hell, for his girlfriend wants to grow her hair out!

Tragedy!

Noooooooo! He was lamenting missing looking at her neck.

Mmmm, nape.

You know, Nora, you can take a regular picture and when you get the film developed you just get a CD with digital versions as well. Take one today! Dress up and make Tom take a bunch of pictures of you. We need to see Nora at the height of fabulosity.

Go Florida baseball! Go Indians!

Awww, Sean. We need to de-stress you. Perhaps if we dipped you in a vat of Tylenol PM...

Can't wait to see that haircut, Nora! Sounds very similar to what I got. Hair twinsies!

This weekend is going to suck. I'm spending all day and night doing school work (I have a 2PM phone meeting with one group, and a 6PM face-to-face meeting with another group). Tomorrow I'm working a convention with GF and her mom (since her dad can't do it). I know you are all jealous...

Thanks, Robin. I'll be thinking of you during your surgery. I hope this ends up being a wonderfully liberating experience for you (maybe taking away your migraines, and whatnot, also).

Sean, take it easy, sweetie.

Nora, I can't wait to see your haircut. It sounds faboo.

But I think I might be getting crazier. Oh, well, I will see if increased medication helps (though I won't be able to start that till Tuesday) or if I am really getting paranoid, a persecution complex, and obsessive narcissim.

Oh no, love. You've had a physical problem, and your head meds weren't working the right way for your body chemistry, causing you to get insufficient sleep, AND you fell in the mud on the way out to lunch, and couldn't do everything you were committed to do, while also managing to pick up the new head meds you need. You are feeling ground down.

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Today's my father and his twin's birthday. They're both gone. Dad died in 2003, as you all know, and his brother died in 1986. In 1990, dad's father died on this date. I don't mind having my age go up a new number each year, but I sort of wait, every year, for my birthday to pass. I swear my anxiety eases up some, soon after, too. I have more panic attacks between December and early March, and the last month (dad died on 2/6) of that period is always the worse.

And yet? I haven't needed an Ativan yet, today (and mornings are always the worst time for me). I may take one pre-emptively in an hour or so, because it's also my m-i-l's birthday today, and we're going over one of my s-i-l's, to celebrate. I haven't decided yet, because ordinarily, going to her house wouldn't trigger my anxiety, but I haven't been out much in a month, what with all the illness around here.

ION, I will take my last antibiotic in an hour or so. My left ear STILL isn't clear, but I no longer feel like I'm fighting off an infection, and it is much better than it was. I'm choosing to ignore it until my next appointment, unless it gets worse. t meMeME