My cat likes playing with rubber and plastic things, but so far he's refrained from eating them. It means that a new bunch of celery or broccoli = good times, though. I'll shoot the rubber band into the air, and Leifur will spend the next half hour or so attacking it and flinging it into the air. Eventually the rubber band disappears, but it's the cheapest of cheap thrills.

Leifur will take a lick or two of dairy things (butter, cream, cheese), but otherwise he just eats kibble and meat.

Aims, I hope you're feeling better now.

Thanks, guys. I really don't know what's going on with me. I mean, I *do*, I just can't seem to verbalize it. I feel kind of like I'm right on the verge of a panic or anxiety attack, but nothing concrete enough to really leave work. Maybe I've just been holding too much in over the past months and need to have myself a nice, long cry and emotion dump. Sadly, I never seem to be able to accomplish one of those without getting really drunk (as a few of our Bitches can attest to).

Or, I need to suck it up and be an adult. One of those.

{{{{Aims}}}}

Here, I hope this will help: [link]

{{{{Aims}}}} I hate that feeling. What about going to see or renting a really sad movie? I know that really need a good cry feeling.

{{Aims}} I'm sorry. I wish I could cuddle up and watch a tear inducing movie with you.

Maybe I've just been holding too much in over the past months and need to have myself a nice, long cry and emotion dump.

IMNSHO, having these occasionally is key to being an adult.

((((Aims)))) Is there any way you could take an early lunch, at least get a breather?

Possibly. Probably. If I had any gumption at all about getting my ass out of my chair.

emerges from lurking

Waves and provides hugs. {{Aims}}

Feminist reading of the day: [link]