I would say you go after the feelings with your body rather than your head. I usually can't think myself out of a state. Do you have any nice-smelling lotion? I would sit somewhere non-distracting and put the lotion on your hands and concentrate only on breathing deeply and inhaling the scent and on relaxing each time you exhale.
We have to see the chimp playing hockey! That's hilarious! The ice is so slippery, and, and monkeys are all irrational. We have to see this!
Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Scrappy - Oct 03, 2007 3:16:35 pm PDT #4814 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Allyson - Oct 03, 2007 3:24:29 pm PDT #4815 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I'm thinking of stopping by Lush on my way home, now. Good idea, Robin.
§ ita § - Oct 03, 2007 4:05:02 pm PDT #4816 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm going to give walking home a shot.
DavidS - Oct 03, 2007 4:30:39 pm PDT #4817 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm going to give walking home a shot.
Do you have you cell phone? Can you call a cab? Maybe from a bar?
DavidS - Oct 03, 2007 4:34:52 pm PDT #4818 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Emmett had his first wrestling match in a meet today. He won!
He was down on points 10-2 and then pinned the other guy.
The other guy lunged for his legs and Emmett performed a "double underhook" (whatever that is) and won.
Also he went to the dentist and had no cavities.
In sum: Hooray for Emmett!
eta: Double underhook is actually kind of cool
§ ita § - Oct 03, 2007 4:46:55 pm PDT #4819 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Do you have you cell phone? Can you call a cab? Maybe from a bar?
Home!
It's about a half hour walk. Good to know. Now I must see if I can catch up on everything I missed by being in hospitals for way too long yesterday.
Came out to my boss as a migraineuse today. I was going to around now anyway, but I woke up at 9:41 today, thereby TOTALLY missing my 8am meeting. And even at 10 I wasn't good to drive.
megan walker - Oct 03, 2007 4:59:43 pm PDT #4820 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
I want to go home. I hate being the last one in the office.
Jesse - Oct 03, 2007 5:22:46 pm PDT #4821 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I think I am as full as possible. And yet, I want to go to sleep immediately. I know that is a bad idea. I'm not even full of good regional food; I'm full of America. I always forget how enormous America is.
Liese S. - Oct 03, 2007 5:22:48 pm PDT #4822 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
So...Barbie decapitation, huh? I'm guessing that means the Barbie heads can go back on, right? I must share my childhood tale of woe.
I had a nice brunette Barbie (I'm sure it wasn't Barbie, but Margaret or something) that I liked very much. I also had a blonde Barbie that I didn't like as well, partially because I thought she had an entitled look on her face. Also, her silver dress was not as aesthetically pleasing. Anyway, one day, I was playing (rather roughly, as I did) with her, and I accidentally broke her head off.
This was deeply traumatizing and I hid the body under my bed. And then (and this will tell you the sort of child I was) I prayed long repentant prayers asking God to please restore the mutilated body of my Barbie. For weeks.
He did not, so eventually, I confessed my crime to my mother who, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure laughed heartily, and that was that.
But see, I didn't know the heads went back on. So now I'm thinking God was going, "What're you asking me for? Stick the thing back on yourself!"
eta: Which I think probably he says a lot.
Dana - Oct 03, 2007 5:23:33 pm PDT #4823 of 10001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Jesse, was the BBQ good?