'Out Of Gas'
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.
Nope. Got the muscle relaxants. But it's not working. And i'm alternating between hot and cold. I'll be fine. I'm just not really ready to sleep though I'm extremely exhausted and hot and sweaty. Yay?
ita, I know you prolly aren't up for visitors, but I'd love to see you soonish. Maybe over the weekend if you have time. I hear there is a cereal bar near you and I have promised K a trip there.
if you can stay awake -- get in the tub , Kat -- you can change the temp of the water to help you feel more comfortable until the drugs kick in.
Hey Kat, I miss you guys and the kids.
Oh no Kat, how miserable.
beth's idea sounds good, kat. And, yeah, let's do cereal this weekend.
I assume she's insane in the way that most people say their annoying loved ones are insane, not in the actual clinical diagnosis way.
Somewhere between the two I'd say. As I was recently telling juliana, I always assumed she was medicated for something. One Christmas a few years back when she was in one of her moods, I asked my brother-in-law if she had switched meds. His response? "What meds?"
Really, it explained so much.
Apparently, there's one in every generation in my mom's family. Sort of like slayers, but way less helpful in a dark alley. Unless verbal abuse is some new martial art that I'm unaware of.
ETA: Feel better Kat!
I would really, really like to stop having dreams about making out with my psychopathic ex of a decade ago, for Christ's sake. It's been like once a week recently. I blame the fact that I recently heard gossip about him, but still. I'm tired of waking up feeling like, "Ew, no, gross, ugh! You are a bad, naughty subconscious! Ew! No cake for you!"
Me, I dreamed I was seated at a table with some friends, only to discover that when I lifted the fringed tablecloth, it was actually a four-sided piano (!!!???) (think about those four-sided baseball fields, turned inward) and there were seeds and turds on the keys from a field-mouse infestation.
Paging Dr. Freud?
wow - and huh: [link]