Work has made me uber cranky again. Not even worth going into but I've realized that I am on a committee that exists purely to say that there was a committee. I am not allowed to actually have an opinion if the opinion strays from what the administration has already decided. I *hate* shit like that.
'Shindig'
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.
I am taking a sanity break at The Haunted Mansion.
I AM SO JEALOUS. I also wish that was an option for me. My work day would be vastly better if I could go on the Haunted Mansion.
OMG. This is my last place of peace. FB has ceased to be that for me ever since my MiL joined.
I need to start blocking her. OMG.
I am embarrassed to admit just how much...not better, but less unbearable, my day has become through the simple expedient of bringing a towel. It's been right next to me all day, and I can touch it every now and then and say, "By gum, I know where my towel is."
Really, it makes me feel enough better that I'm kind of worried about myself. I spent half my childhood as that crazy kid with the blanket (and then, later, that crazy kid with the worn-out Snoopy whose head was almost falling off from hugging); I really don't need to become known as the crazy lady with the towel.
A towel can be used to choke a bitch, yes?
I forgot my towel.
Luckily, today held no Vogon poetry or other evils....
I really don't need to become known as the crazy lady with the towel.
JZ, honey. I take advice from a fanged toy bunny. Really, you've got nothing to worry about.
Y'all are welcome for the links. I hope you find them useful. DBT gives me the "how" that I found missing in so much self-help stuff. Like, how do I do something I absolutely loathe and dread.
This is the very core of what I do these days. The How is so much more important than the Why, in my estimation.
And, JZ, the towel is an awesome tool! More than a simple object, it represents your choice to feel differently...plus a touchstone to both anchor and regenerate the choice.
Sounds way more practical than crazy to me.
o/!
hmph. My Paul Gross arms did not work.
I have not had my towel with me all day, but I have known where it was all day. A break at the Haunted Mansion might be nice.
Well, you're a froody (?) Dude who really knows where his towel is.