Xander ,'Chosen'
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You and me both, sister. Hey, let's put on our tinfoil hats and develop an environmental poisoning conspiracy. Clearly, something's been put into the water, or the environment on the North Shore. It's not us. It's them. Um.
Also, and in a more serious note, you just switched your med formulation. Maybe your body needs to get used to the change?
Also, and in a more serious note, you just switched your med formulation. Maybe your body needs to get used to the change?
Yes, I'm sure that's it, logically. But the increasingly vocal stupid part of my brain is just swirling around whining about being too cold and being too tired and having back pain and WHY DOES EVERY THING HAVE TO BE SO HARD OH NOES. And then I want to smack myself. And that's my day!
Sorry Cindy, but your post reminded me of
I got some ice cream
You ain't got none
You can't afford it
Cause your mama's on the welfaare,
And your dad's an alcoholic
It is too cold, and neither fatigue nor pain are a boon to a person's outlook. You're ground down, Nora. I wish I could help you.
I don't know the particulars of radical acceptance, but I think I get the overall concept in a vague way (like, I understand both words and when I put them together, I still sort of understand them). The term always makes me think of the Serenity Prayer (A.A. tool, not a Firefly reference) -- accept the things I can't change, change the things I can, have the wisdom to know the difference.
It seems to me that by choosing not to complain, you're taking a huge step.
Oh, erika! You just made me laugh out loud.
Vintage Eddie Murphy, right? From Delirious, maybe? My college roomie and I used to say that all the time (and coincidentally, or not so, both of our fathers were/are alcoholics).
I can't stop complaining. It's my idiom.
Also, in Things the Kids Said news, Sara informed me this morning that "ninjas steal pie." Good to know, I think.
Funniest part was that she pronounced it "ninjers".
I complain too much, but at least KO's back. And since I'm in Bitches, I guess I could say "in the saddle", too.(although I only had that thought once, I swear.) He himself would hate that I say this, but fuckin' baseball, man.ETA: Yeah, that's Delirious, still one of my picks for Funniest Shit Ever, but that's the one I know best, because we love ice cream around here, and times are hard.
Ugh. Head. Poundage. Must. Find. Drugs.
Funniest part was that she pronounced it "ninjers".Excellent. Clearly you should move her close to Boston. I mean, she needs to be amongst her people. Don't deny
He himself would hate that I say this, but fuckin' baseball, man.
I'm going to check in on your feelings on baseball at the time of the All-Star break, and see the extent of KO's thrall on you.
It seems to me that by choosing not to complain, you're taking a huge step
Well, I'm trying not to complain here because I'm afraid that I make people eye-rolly as it is, and I'm trying not to complain to Tom because I'm afraid that I'm taking him down with me, so it's all locked up in my brain. So I'm not sure how healthy a step it is, but I'm going to go with your thought and look at it as such and then maybe things will fall into place a little better for the time being.