And so the cycle begins anew...

Though I do have to say that it will take a LOT to convince me that Breaking Benjamin's album "Phobia" is not the OTWinchesterAlbum, seconded only by Three Days Grace's "One X".

t /suddenly feels like it's the wrong thread in at least two ways

I wanted to make fun of the woman too busy to find a therapist because she blogs, but that was too much confession for me not to pity her.

Exactly. I felt she dirtied me by baring her soul there, and I was liking the disdain I'd been feeling. Now...ugh.

Thirded.

I was also sad that she didn't realize her husband might be looking for a divorce, and he didn't know how to know if he loved her. If she truly wants to stay married, I hope he doesn't mind her blogging about it.

ita, if you want to get back to that obnoxious place, here you go: [link]

Actually, she's not nearly as bad as that Jackie Passey person. She's just generalizes her advice way too much on too little information.

On the front table.

Whoot! This weekend I'ma have to find some B&Ns in this town. All the ones in my usual haunts are Borders.

Feh. I didn't go out tonight after work, because I was going to come home and clean and pack and whatnot. Instead, I am sleepy and grumpy (and Doc!) and haven't made it off the sofa.

She's just generalizes her advice way too much on too little information.

I wonder which path she chose that's made her oh so happy.

I got married really young. I adore Mr. Jane and, at this moment, I'm really glad I did it (though I suspect I would be regardless of whether we were doing well or poorly), but it meant not taking that job following a band around the country or moving down to NO, or whatever when I was young enough to do those things.

It's a tradeoff either way.

I'll bet my neighbors wonder what the hell I was killing in my tub.

Devi brought me her ribbon to sling about. And then she hopped in the tub. I swung the ribbon, she chased it. She's really noisy in the tub. Paws and elbows and head and full body fwumps and cracks. Plus the click of claws. And the MWERP MWERP MWERP.

She's a weirdo. But then, I do indulge her.

It sounds like she made the "wrong" decision (career, late kids) and is justifying her lack of happiness (dear god, her confused husband) with numbers.

Unless there is some man plan I've not been following I have never put my career over marriage. No one straight who wasn't an idiot has ever proposed to me.

And? Don't want to be a parent. So it's not like I'm putting breeding off either.

Sheesh.

You're right--she's no Passey. And it shouldn't get up my nose that her brand of candour is making her money--that's something I should get over. But....oooh. She is an idiot.

Looks like hospitalisation is in the cards this weekend. Because I'm not bright I only just realised that I should go in Friday night so I can come home Sunday night and spend that night at home. Especially given the pain I'm in now.

Oops.

I'm glad the hospital thing is this weekend. I'm sorry you are in pain now.