What he said.
Sorry you are needing a reboot, Erin. I hope you find some good chocolate or whatever you need to restart your confidence in the capable person you know you are.
'Shindig'
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What he said.
Sorry you are needing a reboot, Erin. I hope you find some good chocolate or whatever you need to restart your confidence in the capable person you know you are.
Is there anything you can do like deep breathing that will help you relax, Erin? You know you can do this. You're just temporarily caught in a vicious circle.
The world is generous with its frosting towards those whom chocolate has betrayed.
This is a thing of beauty.
Mr Peabody pushed open the bathroom door and stole a slipper while I was in the shower.
Oh, erin, that sounds miserable, all of it. I've been in the spiral of suck at work and it is incredibly demoralizing. Wishing you the time and headspace you need to pull it all back together (and screw the discount chocolates; at this point you both need and deeply deserve a Moonstruck splurge).
Matilda's Papou got her this singing, wing-flapping monstrosity for Valentine's Day, and she's been amusing herself setting it off, smushing it against the "Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town" teddy bear her Aunt Judy got her in December, and saying proudly, "Look! They're kissing!" It's both vile and oddly adorable.
Wow, is the Yahoo! email spam filter wacky in a not-so-good way. I just found something I had sent myself in it.
Yahoo's spam filter is insane. Things seem to end up there randomly. Sometimes it even filters stuff right into the Trash, even from addresses I've gotten mail from before.
Yet, I have four Yahoo email addresses.
(((smonster))) I hope you got some rest.
It looks like someone slashed one of our screen windows while we were out yesterday. We suspect our upstairs neighbors, but of course we have no proof.
Mr Peabody pushed open the bathroom door and stole a slipper while I was in the shower.
Hopefully not so it can take a trip in the wayback machine.
erin_o, I have been there and done that. In fact, I am being there and doing that right now. Keep breathing, focus on one thing at a time, take small breaks to stretch.
sj, you have some seriously sucky neighbors.
I finally got to sleep at 3:30, on the couch. Moved back to bed when roomie got up at 5. Overslept, 1.5 hrs late to work, and I'm pretty sure that Foster Kitty peed in my closet this morning but I didn't have time to confirm and clean.
Seriously, Monday? Go fuck yourself.
Smonster, yes we do. That's apparently what we get for trying to move to a quiet neighborhood.
This weekend I am going to start a MAJOR culling of stuff from our house. It's all going into labeled boxes and into the basement for a HUNORMOUS yard/garage sale come springtime. First up - the master closet and kitchen. I don't need FOUR SETS of dishes. I really don't.