I dozed a bit on and off, but no real sleep. I see a nap in my future. I despise sleepless nights. It's funny how much we take our basic needs for granted sometimes, isn't it?

I hate sleeping poorly (or not at all) on days off, when I can sleep later than usual. HATE. And especially on a day when you have plans for that night, and want to be actually awake and full of energy. Poor Pix.

I just hope I can go home today - with the good drugs.

I hope you start your new year at home, too, GC.

I'm at work today, but I'm hoping they'll let us out early. As it is, work's going further into a diminishing returns spiral with every minute I sit here.

Less than half an hour of work and I'm off until the 5th!!! Woot!!!

Meanwhile, I also slept like crap last night. I think that was mainly due to my shoulder. I'm not sure how I hurt it, but damn, it hurts to move it.

I hope they let you go home SOON, GC. The drugs are good too. But home, sometimes the best drug of all.

I had a bad night, but am feeling much better today.

We've changed our NYE gathering to a NYD gathering because we are going to be slammed with snow all day. The up side of this is I can just rest a little this morning. My back has decided it absolutely hates me today.

I'm supposed to be at work until 1 today, but I'm having a really hard time coming up with a reason to stay that long. It's not like I can't play sudoku on Facebook from home...

Loved the discussion yesterday (that I couldn't participate in because for once I was actually WORKING!) about arguments and styles and all that jazz...

I am quite tired of being told I can't possibly be excited because I am not jumping up and down and waving my arms

This. Because sure, just cause sometimes I'm fun and laughing and whatever doesn't mean that every time something is good I'm going to be "WHEEE!". I had a semi-friend who cleans houses come over and do my house. And she was all upset that after cleaning it I wasn't like, jumping for joy. And I'm thinking, "yep, it's clean. Cool." I also had a personal trainer who wanted me to be all enthused, too. I was like "...about the fact that I'm working out?? WTF?"

Though granted, I was once told by someone else "...you wouldn't date B. because he's got too many emotions, I'll bet" and I had to admit that was true.

I'm skipping tons to get hairpats. I had a 4" fibroid removed yesterday. Still in hospital but doing alright (thank you morphine).

Ouch, Glam!! You poor thing, may the morphine be your good friend!! I hope this helps other things?

I have too much to do today before a party tonight (ACK! how can there possibly be a party at my house tonight? I am NOT ready for that!!)

“What if the question was not, why am I not the person I want to be, but rather, Why do I so seldom want to be the person I am?”

Word mcWord from Wordington on Word.

Farting~ma and pain relief to GC.

No rockets~ma to Shir and her environs.

Snuggles to all Bitches who want them.

So I'm trying to write this report which fills me with much anxiety. I've done everything BUT actually write the damn thing; graphs, outlines, rereading pertinent info, etc. My grand plan for the day was to go sit in a coffee shop and write, surrounded by people but isolated from the internet.

Damn work laptop wouldn't let me log on w/out the network. I don't know if I just couldn't remember the right password or what. So I wasted about an hour (had to go to 2 shops to find a table, get my coffee, etc) and the thing still isn't written.

Normally I would take this as a sign to eff off for the rest of the day, but I'm really trying to be a good employee and I really need to get this report done.

In conclusion, work sucks. Thanks for listening.

Hi meara!

I am conflict-averse to the extreme, having been raised by similarly averse parents. However, I cry easily. I've learned that I feel better if I announce that I may cry and let the other person know not to be alarmed by it. Then I can talk and sometimes even dodge the crying. Otherwise I choke on my tears.

KBD gets pissed, tells me why he's pissed, and then stops talking to me until he's over it (which generally only takes 20 min or so). This is super uncomfortable for me but I'm learning to deal.