Sean you should do like I do and only try to see the peeps you actually miss.

That's my plan for the next time I'm out here, Burrell.

Oh, God, I just want to hug the stuffing out of you.

You save that up, and I'll take it the next time I see you, Sweetness.

{{{Sean}}}

CBD came over to help me tonight, since I can hardly walk. His car was just broken into and his TomTom was stolen. Ugh. I feel terrible.

I hate more than anything on the planet that I had to choose between me hurting and her hurting.

Having recently been there, I have no good words to offer. A snoggle, maybe?

A snoggle, maybe?

Done deal!

Sigh. I've been reading about gifted/learning disabled kids lately. And there are so many things in a lot of those descriptions that are describing exactly the problems I'm having with getting my dissertation done. And I know that all of them are the exact same problems I've dealt with all my life, but they just seem magnified now that I've got this huge thing that I need to do all by myself. I feel like I should have learned things like planning and organization by now. Everyone else seems to be able to do it, and I just can't.

(As to why she got back together with him, I believe we've already established that we have friends who have no sense about men.)

And mothers. Don't forget mothers.

{{{Hil}}}, you're me in this. Or I'm you. And I still don't have the planny thing down -- it's not just you, and they can't all do it.

For what it's worth, I think you can do it. But until then, you've got all the sympathy I can throw your way.

Thanks, amych.

It's just all kinds of little things adding up lately. My desk is a perpetual mess. No matter how hard I try, I just can't keep track of deadlines and appointments. And lately, I just can't sit still and work -- I'm getting up constantly, and I'm way more distractable than usual. (I think this last one might be a meds issue, or even an eyesight issue -- it's happened before when I needed new glasses, and the not focusing was literally not being able to focus my eyes for too long. I need to remember to make an appointment with the eye doctor.)

A friend's ex, who dumped her the first time by telling her he was marrying someone else and then who looked her up 25 years later and then dumped her again, wanted to friend me on LinkedIn. Uh, no.

Was it Barb's dad?

I know this won't be terribly helpful to you, but the planning/organization thing only started to click with me recently.

Like within the last few years.