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Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?  

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erin_obscure - Jan 13, 2011 11:21:59 am PST #13095 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange

Seska- wonderful news! ~ma that the good continues.

Smonster, health~ma (while also still hoarding some for myself.) I did manage to sleep 2 nights in a row with no chemical assistance so calling that good. tried for a good swim last night but there were mechanical problems at the pool...the hot tub was closed (boo) and the lap pool was 90 degrees. While i appreciate a warm pool, that's so warm i ended up doing a lot more backstroke that usual just to keep my face in the cooler air. Barely finished a mile before ripping off my new (very uncomfortable) goggles in disgust and joining a water aerobics class instead of more laps. Shoulda done it earlier, the delicate skin btwn my nose and eyes ACHES today like bruised from said jerky goggles. Wish i could find the receipt to return the things, but they have obviously been used.


Atropa - Jan 13, 2011 11:26:43 am PST #13096 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I'm refusing on principle to go to the first session, where a biologist is talking about the toxic properties of tea.

Ahahahahaha. Look, they're letting delusional people hold sessions.

Right now, tea is one of the few things keeping me upright and alert. I still love coffee, but I need to break up with it right now.

... huh. I should go drink some of the chocolate rose black tea that I made. That would be helpful.


sj - Jan 13, 2011 11:32:13 am PST #13097 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Jilli, how are you doing?


Atropa - Jan 13, 2011 11:38:27 am PST #13098 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli, how are you doing?

Um, blank? Numb? Trying to accept that there's nothing I can do to fix things, so trying to concentrate on taking care of Dad and getting my ducks in a row to restart my day job on Monday?

I'm lurking around here because I love you people. And distraction is good.


Miracleman - Jan 13, 2011 11:39:43 am PST #13099 of 30000
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

And distraction is good.

*dangles keys* Look! Shiny! Something shiny!


Atropa - Jan 13, 2011 11:42:37 am PST #13100 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Ooooh, shiny! Let me tell you, tumblr has been fantastic.

I've also discovered that my mild distaste for talking on the phone has gone through the roof right now. Mostly because I can't keep it together when I talk on the phone, and then I start crying. Email, texts, no problem. Phone calls with anyone other than my Dad? The meltdown fairy visits.


Burrell - Jan 13, 2011 11:48:35 am PST #13101 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

I hates the meltdown fairy. Sending you love and strength Jilli.


Daisy Jane - Jan 13, 2011 11:51:37 am PST #13102 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Hi Jilli!

I don't know if anyone will find this funny, but I'm in tears over this tumblr [link]


sj - Jan 13, 2011 11:56:37 am PST #13103 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Jilli, did you see the pretty boots I posted a link to the other day to dustract you?


Ginger - Jan 13, 2011 12:31:43 pm PST #13104 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Mostly because I can't keep it together when I talk on the phone, and then I start crying.

This is why I don't understand why people are appalled by people who break up be e-mail. In the unlikely event that I ever have someone to break up with, I want the entire transaction to be by e-mail. Right after my divorce, back in ancient pre-internet era, my ex and I communicated entirely by calling each other's answering machine at times when only the machine would answer.

I wish there was anything I could do other than to wish health~ma to your mother, Jilli, and strength and coping to you, your dad and the Adorable One.