So what?
I wanna whine about being whiny!
a very happy and accomplished
A really-actually-handed-the-hideous-thing me will do extremely fine, come Thursday morning. Oh, yeah.
All the following corrections (and there will be, serious ones, because I'm going to hand a very flawed manuscript, sadly enough) are not anything I think about right now. My horizon ends on Thursday.
taking the day off to sleep
As if I'll be good for anything else.
(All of this is a long and strange way to spell: Thanks, amych. You're great.)
Jesse, how is your father doing?
(And thanks - it helps, lots.)
I only have to last here til after the holidays, right? Because, dude. DUDE. shoot me. If you love me you'll just shoot me.
shoot me.
Um, I'll have bats kidnap you to their secret provided-with-a-computer-and-electricity-and-etc. where you can write. That'll work too, right?
I'm sorry it's so crazy there, and so rough on you.
I just talked to my dad! He's home, with apparently nothing wrong with him. So, huh. I guess it's good to have good enough insurance and health care available that they keep you in the hospital for days running tests that don't show anything....
So many people here talk to me like I'm dumb. Kills me.
Ugh. Breathe. Leave in an hour. Go to gym. Get it out of me. Write.
Why can't Tim just let me go live with him and pay for my life and be my night in shining, um, torn up sweatpants?
with apparently nothing wrong with him. So, huh.
Um, well, at least now you *know* that nothing is wrong? All in all, though, that is the best possible result, so good to read.
So many people here talk to me like I'm dumb.
Is it the case of people who think that if somebody doesn't know their own very specific narrow field of expertise, then that somebody is stupid?
Or of people who think that if somebody doesn't already know upside-down the thing that they're supposed to learn, then they are unable to learn it?
Or is it something else entirely?
Ugh. Breathe.
Whine! Um, that's what I do. I'm sure it delights everybody endlessly.
Write.
One of the treats that I dangle in front of myself after finishing this mess is reading your words [Edit: I've got a post bookmarked in Natter and everything]. So, yes, please.
Um, well, at least now you *know* that nothing is wrong? All in all, though, that is the best possible result, so good to read.
Thanks.
Breathe, Allyson! I'm going to guess that people who talk to you like you're dumb are not confident in their own abilities. Some people always have to make sure they're better than someone else. "Make sure."
(All of this is a long and strange way to spell: Thanks, amych. You're great.)
The long and strange way is a Buffista tradition.
As is amych being great, actually.
