Geez, Pix. I think you're probably right. And that sucks. I totally have my fingers crossed you get the new job THIS year. Sheesh.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
one trick is to run your hands through their kibble
This trick convinces Puppycat that it is all OMG brand new food.
I am sorry you are having such stress, Kristin. It sounds like you are stuck between a rock, a hard place and a really shitty precipice.
Good on you, Erin, for realizing how you feel and calling to find a therapist. Can't mentally control brain chemistry but you are totally taking care of yourself.
I HATE brain chemistry. I want to take it out back and throw rocks at it. It's stupid.
I just want to be happy and productive and not a big freak.
Sorry, I am in a piss-poor mood. I think I need to retreat to bed with a big biography of Colette.
I HATE brain chemistry. I want to take it out back and throw rocks at it. It's stupid.
I just want to be happy and productive and not a big freak.
I know.
Me too.
You know, bed and Colette sounds like the perfect solution tonight.
We need to get brain gelatin molds so we can make Jello brains, then stab them.
P-C! I got the CD today. Thank you so much! We are excited to listen to it :) In related news: [link]
SQUEE!
I'm sorry to hear about other people's mondays. Mondays are my day off most of the time -- and the day I like to get a lot done. Too many things have taken longer than expected and I just feel like not enough has been accomplished. So I am vaguely dissatisfied. so just mondayish.
You know, bed and Colette sounds like the perfect solution tonight.
I've got bed and baseball. It'll do.
I don't know if it is setting yourself up for failure, Barb, or simply planning to succeed. I like that you are being creative in your anger. Nice one!
Walked and got dinner with roomie. Headache unabated and nausea has come to join the party. I may have to use my last precious Tylenol with codeine. Feh, I say.