Cat~ma for Andy.

Anne, you are allowed to feel what you feel. {{{{Anne}}}} It is good to be thankful to have a job, but being thankful isn't always the same as jumping up and down with glee. Burn out can be a form of depression, and I wonder if it is possible that there is a seasonal component to how low you feel right now.

Kitty~ma for Andy Cat.

Sophia, thank you for posting the Zenni Optical site! My glasses are always so damn expensive I go way longer than I should between prescription changes.

Anne, I feel for you. I'm going through something similar. Basically I like my job, but I worked insan-o hours the last eight months, and now I just can't get my head into it anymore. Serious case of burn-out.

You know what doesn't get old? Writing letters to my U.S. Senators on various issues and getting replies from Sen. Franken which essentially say ITA.

You MA-istas have my sympathies.

possible lymphoma

Anne, completely understandable. And I hearby command you to do nothing but pet Jeeves, eat bon bons, and watch dvds the rest of the day.

I've got a work post brewing for weeks, but never type it up. But yeah, I feel ya.

ETA: awww, shit, Beth.

Cat~ma for Andy.

Anne, right now, I feel very much like you, only I have the end of the semester coming tomorrow (for a hail of tests, and still). I'm sorry, and I hope you can get yourself some time off ASAP.

ION. This morning I found that the father of a friend of Nilly and me passed away. I'm going to the Shiva'h on Friday. This made my morning very weird; I left most of my books at home, drifting in my thoughts in university, thinking how foolish most of my ranting and worries are.

Also, I just read Saul Williams thought about visiting Israel few weeks ago. It's amazing, reading about your life from POVs like this. A part of me wants to say "yes, every place is complicated in a way, if you look in it hard enough". It's also a little bit like the "all the happy families are alike, all of the miserable families are not alike" (apologies for misquoting). But I'm there everyday, and today, as I walked from the burger bar (for their awesome portobello mushroom hamburger, I'm still a vegetarian) to my volunteering office and crossed the heart of the city, after taking the bus from university there while reading a kick ass paper about modernism and historiography, I didn't think about it. For a second. I live through this almost every day, yet, I rarely stop to think about it (well, I did think about some aspects and made decisions and living my life accordingly). Yet, still - I don't think I could ever be as aware to all of the little, tiny nuances that a stranger's POV can bring to mind.

Edit: oh, beth. Fuck.

{{{{{{Andy}}}}}}}}

Beth, many snuggles and purrs from me and Harvey to you and Andy.

Thanks all, for the encouragement about the work situation. I think an afternoon of serious downtime will do me a lot of good. I've been thinking about the situation, and I think I've figured out some of what's going on. Maybe not everything, but enough that I think I can work around or wait out a few things that are causing me some issues.

Also, rest is helping. I'm in a fair amount of discomfort, and pain always makes me bitchy and disgruntled.

(((((Beth and Andy))))). Much -ma.

What does one give as a thank you gift to a neighbor who you don't even know who spends an hour getting your car unstuck? Restaurant gc? Baked goods? Both?