I fear Meara is living my near future. Only I can't do car loads between the two places. Yikes. Ya. I should be packing. Alas, I'm sitting on my ass watching tv.
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Dear omnis: I AM the ghost of Christmas future! Start packing!!
I have 5 boxes packed. Not including the boxes that never got unpacked from last move. Movers don't come for another 9 days. It's a small apartment... ok, I'll pack something tonight.
Sinus headache for two days. Fuck this. How many of the good Sudafed can I take without my blood pressure blowing my eyes out? 'Cause one isn't working.
Today, so far, has been hell. Or actually, it has quite good, but I feel like hell.
It's like there's a hole inside of me. I keep looking for him in the house. Last night, after we got back home, I thought I heard his heavy breathing.
And I nearly broke down crying when a guide-dog in training walked by me.
Oh, Shir. It's so hard, I know. I'm not sure if this will help or not: [link] but it helped me. And the whole website helped me, too.
Luck to you, Bonnie. A couple of aspirin might help speed the process.
Shir, I am so so sorry for your pain. He looks like such a sweet boy, and that hole will be there for a long time to come, but eventually it'll be something you cherish. For now, let yourself fall apart when you need to.
Bonny, good luck! Drink water.
Iron~ma to you, Bonny. You'll do great.
Go bonny! You can do it!