This staying up late and getting up early is not the best plan.

This is what I've been telling my brain for going on twenty years now. It's not working.

I take it Florida isn't snowed in, then? That's good to know.

I've been at work for almost an hour now. Oddly, I'm less stressed out now than I was yesterday at my niece and nephew's birthday party.

It's cold! I could see my breath and everything. Didn't go so far as to put on shoes, but I did wear a sweater. Drove DH's truck because I need gas and his diesel wasn't happy with the cold either. It's 47! It's like Winter or something. (won't last)

Oddly, I'm less stressed out now than I was yesterday at my niece and nephew's birthday party.

Well, yeah. Party. Essence of stress! Also, I bet there were children.

It's 47! It's like Winter or something.

That is nasty! Well, for Florida. Everything's relative.

The thing is, in therapy the week before, I was freaking out about seeing my family, and afterwords, I was all stressed out and hardly slept last night, but during the visit I was perfectly calm, and even less avoidy than usual. It's surreal, and probably not very healthy for me mentally.

Also: my youngest niece got to pick her own colors for her bedroom: [link]

Great bedroom colors! I loved picking my colors for my room when I was a kid. Well, I still enjoy it.

Sorry about the stress, but being calm and not avoidy during the actual visit sounds good.

Why is it guys always think they're a catch? Not that all guys are as blind as that one, but I've pretty well convinced myself that my liabilities make me fairly undatable...how did Druggy McDrunkerson not have the same self-talk running through his head? Except that most guys think they're okay when they're not. (Also, maybe I don't give myself enough credit. But, okay, nobody is lining up to get this.)

I lurv the bedroom. Signed, she who insists on less-than-matching sheets.

ION.

I'm invited to an Alice in Wonderland themed party for Purim! Yay!

And shit - I need a costume!

eta: or practice my Italian...

Buon giorno, signorina! Che cosa fai?

eata: or my Arabic...

Yalla, habibi!

Druggy McDrunkerson not have the same self-talk running through his head?

In retrospect, I think he may have been on coke at the time. It would explain the nonstop rambling. Also, he kept wiping his left nostril constantly. I also liked how he "lost his job" with Apple two months before the iPhone came out... dude, your druggie ass got FIRED.

Foster kitty scared the crap out of me this morning. I thought she was dead for a second. I poked her a couple of times, and she just turned her head really slowly and looked at me. Realized I didn't give her the prednizone last night, so I popped that down her throat and she seemed to improve some. I woke Roomie up and let her know I was worried before I left. Gah. Poor little thing. I really want to take her to *my* vet.

We had a great weekend away . all Relaxed.

Now I get to bring the kitty in for his test to determine if he has IBS or small cell lymphoma. I am hoping the test foes well and the answer is definitive