beth, I can't imagine any carpet that wouldn't be removed someday

exactly. There is a small bit left to pull up ( that isn't under the fridge) I'm going to go work on that now, whioe DH gives a guitar lesson.

Then we get to go to the hardware store. Such a romantic life we lead.

beth, I can't imagine any carpet that wouldn't be removed someday

exactly. There is a small bit left to pull up ( that isn't under the fridge) I'm going to go work on that now, whioe DH gives a guitar lesson.

Then we get to go to the hardware store. Such a romantic life we lead.

Lord knows how many square feet of glue under carpet that I've scrubbed off.

It's a shame we can't put together a traveling Buffista work crew. Other people can paint my house and I can hang curtains, hang pictures, and repair and refinish furniture.

old carpet glue smells.

and my fingers hurt - under my fingernails. Why?

I just want to be all strong and independent and not need anyone or their money or whatever. I feel like a leech and gold-digger, and I KNOW that's not the case. I do; and so does he.

I echo all who say it is quite an adult problem. I was in your position when we got together, and it was very stressful, but once we got through it things were much better because everything was out in the open. It's such a relief.

I have to show up for my sleep study at 8 pm. I TRIED to go to sleep early last night, but slept kinda shitty and thus, stayed in bed til 11. What weird dreams. And kinda scary.

BUT my new dr -- sleep specialist-- (damn, I used to never go to the dr. and I've seen three different ones in the last 2 weeks -- I feel like my grandma) raised my Ambien dosage THANK DOG so I can finally take the dosage I need -- 20 mgs -- and not run out in the middle of the month and flip out like a mammal.

Which I think will help my depression AND my insomnia both, since my anxiety about running out and not being able to sleep causes me to, er, flip out like a mammal. (God, that phrase never gets old.)

Anyhoo, I have the Gerorgiana bio to keep me company till I get tired tonight ans I will TRY to sleep. Yay.

And I think I have my 2nd ever yeast infection of my life. Or else poison ivy on my goolie. YOW-ITCH.

I echo all who say it is quite an adult problem.

Adding to the chor.us. Very much an adult problem.

I, on the other hand, have a different problem. My voice is gone. Been sick all week and have coughed so much, my voice decided to take its leave. At least I don't have to be back to work until Wednesday. Hope my voice is back by then.

Erin, good luck with the sleep study. I did one and it's a horrible way to sleep. But, if they can help you out, it's worth the ickiness.

Yeast infections, however, are never worth the ickiness.

Good sleep to you, Erin, and I hope they learn useful things.

Totally adult problem and also stressy, vw, so I'd say you're right on track with feeling bleh about it. I bet CBD is thrilled than he can assist.

GC, glad you're both safe and sound.

Ginger, my sister in twitchy re: finances. Effin' sucks.

Voice~ma, ChiKat. I hate it when that happens.

And hello to everyone else.

Back from work and looking forward to a long, relaxing evening. With maybe some laundry.

omnis and Barb and vw are making me want to move in. Or, short of that, go buy cookie fixins. But, no. I will be a responsible... and simply forage in my kitchen.

Work was actual work, in a fun sort of way: there was a Fall Dance for developmentally disabled adults today. Not only did I get all of my clients up on the dance floor, but also dragged some other folks along, whose staff were not so eager or willing to make fools of themselves. But the feet are less happy with me than they were at the start of the day, there is a headache, and there is a lot of sensory overload.

So, forgive me for being brief: punctuation of all kinds for all the Bitches. I don't have it to elaborate, but I'm thinking encouraging things at you all.