This has not been a good day. My not-stepmother has breast cancer. She's in her early 50s. FFS. Fortunately, she and my dad got medical workups and it's been caught fairly early as a result. The NHS wouldn't have given her another breast screening for another year (ah, the NHS). The universe sucks. I have been watching Battlestar and eating chocolate all day. It seems like the sanest reaction.

Hope no one minds the rant (again). Can't rant on any more 'public' spaces as my pregnant sister isn't supposed to hear the news until after she's given birth (she's got a couple of weeks till her due date). There really should be a way to filter twitter updates.

As is your mini-Princess-Leia hair.

I drunk-splained to people last night that no, no, no; it's not Princess Leia hair because it's not coils! It was just pigtails that I didn't pull all the way through, making a "nugget."

Yeah, "nugget" was the word I used in drunk-splaining it. Didn't help with the mocking.

I'm sorry Seska. I hope they have caught it early enough that her recovery will be rapid and complete. ~ma headed your way.

health~ma to your not-stepmother, Seska.

Thanks for the ~ma - very much appreciated.

Zenkitty, the yard work sounds like an achievement!

Steph, the buns are great.

Ginger, owwww. I hope the painkillers start working soon!

Oh Seska, I'm sorry to hear about your mother and the whole do-not-share situation.

Ginger, may the drugs kick in pronto.

So, date.

Datee is a great guy. We talked for hours, and time flew. Mostly about TV, Doctor Who (which broke the ice. Not that there was too much to break, but it was a convenient start), and university. But I don't feel the slightest of physical attraction towards him, so I don't know. Mostly because I kind of fell for the last guy I dated and didn't feel anything for (and the dates sucked beyond belief, too) about 6 weeks after I got to know him better, and 6 months after I told him I didn't feel anything for him.

ION, I'm gonna try and sleep without the dog in my room for the night. After 3 hours of disrupted sleep and a 15 hour day, I'm not only tired, but also exhausted. But I feel so guilt tripped for not letting him in my room and sleep on the carpet next to me. I hear his panting outside of the close door, and it's killing me. I want to love my doggie, but I also want to sleep.

Shir - not my mother (thank God) - my dad's partner. Yay for a good date! Wishing you much sleep and continuing ~ma for the doggy. Get REST!

Oh! Sorry for getting this wrong.

And yeah, I'm confused. Good date, not too sure about a good dating future with this guy. But he'd be awesome as a friend. And I really mean it.

Fuck cancer. Much ~ma to your non-step-mom, Seska.

Aw, man. Brackets for Shir & Seska.