Teppy, I hope the transition goes smoothly.

I am currently in Losing My Shit mode. Part of it is that today is Day 2 of the office being closed for snow (we've had enough snow to snarl traffic, but nothing snowpocalyptic by any means, but Big!Boss tends to err on the side of caution when it gets white deathy out there), and The Boy has gone to work both days, because he works only a mile and a half from the house. (Plus, who WOULDN'T go to work with an INSANE girlfriend at home?!?)

I read an article about a homeless man in San Francisco who lost his pet cat -- actually, what I read was the follow-up article, where the man got his cat back, thanks to the original article about the cat being missing -- and I just lost my shit totally, for about half an hour. I started to make out an elaborate plan of how to get through the next week with 2 Ativan. And then I remembered I could actually call the doctor for a real prescription. I haven't yet, but I might tomorrow.

Losing my shit for a little while actually burned some of the crazy off, though, so I feel okay right now. I made banana bread, washed all the dishes, did a load of laundry (and folded it and put it away), watched about a billion episodes of BTVS S3, and I think now I'm going to go to the gym since they're open and I probably need to burn off some more crazy.

Then when I get back I'm going to scrub the shower curtain, which I'm beginning to suspect is DELIBERATELY growing the fastest-multiplying mold known to mankind. And then I can hop in the clean shower and avail myself of the wonder of hot water and soap.

signed,
I'm aware that I overshare, but it helps to get it all out, so thanks for listening. Reading. Whatever.

Lisah, you and Bob are in my thoughts. Hang tough.

Step, you can take the curtain off, pop in in the washer with a towel (I use my hair-dyein' towel) and a little bleach and some detergent on Delicate/Warm. It really works.

I've been skimming -- are you transitioning meds? I remember doing the game when just trying to recalibrate my dosage on my citalopram; it was not fun.

Jilli-- whenever we get together for an outing of some sort, I have an extra gifty for you. My prom dress.

Which is yes, as terrifying as one might imagine, but would serve your purposes very well since the skirt and underskirt were made of a great quality taffeta in your favored shade of cupcake pink. Yards and yards of pink material for you to do with what you will.

smonster, nora, one of you needs to have some sort of drink involving absinthe or chartreuse for me while you're in NOLA, okay? Please?

As long as it's only one, not a problem. I will not be consuming absinthe and Jack Daniels in the same night again anytime soon.

{{{Teppy}}}

The Historic Green stuff sounds amazing. I'm in awe of people who can go and contribute in that kind of way.

Best of ~ma to Bobby's and Teppy's brains.

I am now fed and caffeinated after my stress test. I was able to do the treadmill so I didn't have to have the chemically induced stress, yay, me. I was breathing very hard but I didn't feel anything else untoward in my chest. Now I wait a week for the results.

Tomorrow, a mammogram and a bone density test, but I need to call to make sure the thallium isn't going to screw those up. I should have bones like a mammoth, the amount of meat and dairy I consume. To make matters more interesting, I'm working an overnight shift. I'm probably not going to be too sane during the tit-squishing.

Sounds like a good stress test, Connie. The treadmill is a better process. May the rest of the tests be uneventful.

The Historic Green talk is very tempting.

Jilli-- whenever we get together for an outing of some sort,

Say mebby next week?

I have an extra gifty for you. My prom dress.

!!!

Which is yes, as terrifying as one might imagine, but would serve your purposes very well since the skirt and underskirt were made of a great quality taffeta in your favored shade of cupcake pink. Yards and yards of pink material for you to do with what you will.

EEEEEEEEE! grabby hands Thank you! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find good-quality cupcake pink taffeta? Craziness, I tell you.

As long as it's only one, not a problem. I will not be consuming absinthe and Jack Daniels in the same night again anytime soon.

Only one, and no, combining absinthe and JD is a terrifying notion.

mmmphrrfgglle.

I'm going to have to go back to writing on lj. I need to let out a bunch of rambling thoughts about this epic crush of mine. And due to pain issues, I can't hand write it, so I guess lj it is. I keep trying to let it out in little bits, scatter it around so no one gets overwhelmed or tired of hearing me talk, or tries to put me away for my crazy, but it's going to explode if I don't put all my thoughts in one place soon.

A RL friend of mine who's known me since 1994 says she's never heard me talk like this about someone, never seen my face light up so, and I've gone through a LOT of crushes since then.

t /mememe