Ahoy, Mateys!

That's it. I meant to meara, but alas no. Is too much, let me sum up.

{{Bitches}}

Oh wait, I do remember one thing I meant to say to vw - as the Pirate on my t-shirt proudly proclaims:

"When life gives you scurvy, make lemonade!"

Or orange juice or limeaid - just don't neglect your citrus!

Interesting article on the exhibit at FIT - Gothic: Dark Glamour by Robin Givhan She offers one of the best descriptions of Goth that I've seen in the mainstream (not that I'm any expert, but it seems like she's expressed the genre in a way that that masses will understand):

In the hands of fashion designers, those ideas inform garments that reflect the beauty in decay, the unsettling passion of death and the subversive interest in the macabre

So I got my first oil bill of the season. 163 gallons (the tank was down below a quarter full from last winter). $570 dollars. Ouch. The sticker shock - it bites!

Trudy, Harrrr! But, but, you forgot to have the pirates remember that Sarrrsgaarrrrd was Bootstrap Bill! Surely that counts in pirate points!

Hah! That was from SNL. It's one of the funnier things in a long time.

How long does that 163 gallons last?

So I got my first oil bill of the season. 163 gallons (the tank was down below a quarter full from last winter). $570 dollars. Ouch. The sticker shock - it bites!

We won't have any heating bill pain this year, but the A/C bill half the year is over $400 a month. Can't wait to open windows again, but that is still a couple months off.

Avast me 'earties!

Bootstrap Bill is Stellan Skaarsgaaard!

Peter Saaaarsgaaaard is a major hottie.

I'm gonna navel-gaze for a sec, for which I apologize in advance.

I think I'm going to have to increase my medication back up to it's last dosage (which is still lower than the original dosage). I am completely overreacting to situations--especially interpersonal encounters. And my anxiety levels about those interactions are over-the-top. On Wednesday I had an anxiety attack where my skin felt like it was crawling. Today I started crying during Spanish and didn't stop sobbing until 45 minutes after class ended--full-out breakdown where nothing anyone said helped.

And to further prove this, I feel like a complete failure for having to increase the med. So many things are going so well, but apparently this is what makes me a failure.

How long does that 163 gallons last?

Not long enough. If the last two winters are any indication, I'll need at least one more refill this winter, possibly two (although those will almost inevitably be smaller - this is the largest refill I've had other than when I first moved in).

{{{vw}}}