Mal ,'Trash'
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Was some cosmic force afoot at 4:30?
I dunno. But I'm so freakin' tired and I HAVE to go work out today. I'm trying to get myself in as good a shape as I possibly can before the surgery, so skipping workouts just because I'm tired is not an option. Well, it is, but I'd feel all guilty and grumpy because I'm a total slacker.
Yes, I am the Bluebird of Happiness Chicken of Doom this morning. Tra la la.
Shouldn't that be "Cluck luck luck?"
Or somesuch?
Snow! What's happening outside should keep the student population down to a minimum today, which is good for those of us running on little sleep.
I'm literally not used to not being smacked down when I fuck up. I'm still braced for the blow. How fucking sad of a commentary on my life (mostly childhood) is THAT?
Aw, Tep! You're not alone. I'm glad for you that you found someone who is challenging the childhood demons- I'm rooting for him to win out over them!
4:30 is usually my awake time too, but I actually got half decent sleep last night (nsm the night before though.)
Yes, I am the Bluebird of Happiness Chicken of Doom this morning. Tra la la.
Shouldn't that be "Cluck luck luck?"
I'm literally not used to not being smacked down when I fuck up. I'm still braced for the blow. How fucking sad of a commentary on my life (mostly childhood) is THAT?
Aw, Tep! You're not alone. I'm glad for you that you found someone who is challenging the childhood demons- I'm rooting for him to win out over them!
It's so fucked up, because *my* first instinct when something goes amiss (like a full travel mug of coffee ending up all over the kitchen) is to think -- and generally *say* -- "Oh, GOD DAMN IT!!!" Which is frustration, sure, but also inappropriate, *especially* if someone else dumped the coffee.
And he never does that. NEVER. I can't always handle it. I know how to handle being yelled at.
(Plus, his being functional only highlights how operatically dysfunctional I still am, which makes me sad and frustrated. I'm trying, though, and I think I'm slowly getting better. NOTHING will teach you appropriate responses like living with someone with ADD. Holy fucking shit.)
(Plus, his being functional only highlights how operatically dysfunctional I still am, which makes me sad and frustrated. I'm trying, though, and I think I'm slowly getting better.
I'm sure he has his own issues of dysfunction- we all do. They are just different than yours. Also, awareness and working on your stuff is awesome, and the only thing that you can do. You can't change how you were raised- but trying to calibrate to something better *is*, and you'd be surprised how often people *don't* do it. Or even know to do it!
Huh, so this morning I was up at 5:30 with insomnia. And yesterday I was telling my analyst how afraid I was of fucking things up, and how he would then smack me down for it.
There's some weird convergence going on.
I'm sure he has his own issues of dysfunction- we all do.
Everyone's dysfunctional
in their own way.
Le boq boq boq.
Tiny berets for everyone!
Huh, so this morning I was up at 5:30 with insomnia. And yesterday I was telling my analyst how afraid I was of fucking things up, and how he would then smack me down for it.
There's some weird convergence going on.
Let's make a deal: if you share my brain, you can only bring the funny and the cool, and *I* will bring my astonishing knowledge of the semi-colon. No dysfunction. We got enough.