So part of me packing is... okay it's cat vacuuming really -- is going through all my cds labeled "Stuff" and "old comptuer stuff" and "stuff2" and figuring out what's on them and what needs to go on my computer and what can be tossed.

I've found - pictures from San Francisco! Pictures from my dance recital thing.

Fanfic! That I wrote. Including half written stuff I can sorta remember and some stuff I don't remember at all but I know is mine.

I realized I used to be so active - not physically active but a participant in things. Reading fic, writing, communicating with people about tv shows. And I slowly withdrew and became really stagnant.

I'm hoping that the move will help me change that. I especially want to start writing again.

I dunno -- I'm not a pro. But I see therapists and basically, aren't they working for you, to try and help you with your issues? It's like if you went to a doctor and they noted "Mole looks suspicious, might tell her one day."

This Psych NP isn't a therapist, she's the one managing my psychotropic medications (Welbutrin, Concerta, and Trazadone as needed for insomnia). I'm also seeing a therapist, so attacking this whole thing on two fronts. I think what ticks me off is that at the first appointment with the NP, I had brought a folder full of not only the intake/history forms that her office had sent for me to fill out and bring with me, but also a month's worth of food journals; and, she didn't look at any of it. Grrr.

{{{{{smonster}}}}} I hate it when I screw up like that too.

I'm hoping that the move will help me change that. I especially want to start writing again.

I really hope that this move does open up your life too. And that you find some outlets for your creativity. You deserve that satisfaction.

Ooh, that IS annoying, WS.

I had brought a folder full of not only the intake/history forms that her office had sent for me to fill out and bring with me, but also a month's worth of food journals; and, she didn't look at any of it. Grrr.

WTFF. Seriously. Ain't that some shit, as Gnarls would say.

askye, I hope this move sparks renewed energy and creativity for you, and brings you much joy.

Ok, really, bed now.

MUH HA HA HAH HAAAAAAAAAAAA

Nutella mugcake, you delicious, enormous, highly-caloric bastard! I have VANQUISHED YOU!!!!!

I HAVE CUT YOU IN HALF!

How did I use half an egg you may ask? Well I DIDN'T, that's what! It's the only damm thing in there that's any GOOD for me so I kept THE WHOLE THING!!!

Then, my pretty, I nuked you for 1:45 and am DEVOURING YOU! And I shall do this again, oh yes I shall. One day soon... I may be menstural. I may have had to be fucking pleasant to some sickeningly happy ex. I may once again wind up watching some crappy impovisor from X years ago in a lead on a sitcom. I SHALL DO IT AGAIN!

Oh my god, y'all. I may have figured out the missing link for my hope issues - tight psoas muscles. Dear god, it's been years I've been dealing with this every day. It would be incredible if I could reduce the pain significantly.

tight psoas muscles

I had no idea that was how it was spelled! I love to stretch that muscle out. It's a key stretch if you ride a lot.

smonster, I hope that is the key to relief for you.

ION, I had a very Buffista dream last night. We were running a free-lance spy organization out of a semi-trailer fitted out as a mobile resume printing service as a cover. beth was the contact person for the printing service, and she ran a lot of the technology that we were using to do spy stuff with. There were other Buffistae in the back of the trailer, but I didn't know what all your jobs were. For some reason I had to explain all this to Daniel, mentioned all the spy equipment, then said, "And oh yeah, we can also produce a really sharp-looking resume, if you need one." He and I then went on a recognizance mission in, of all places, a Wal-mart, where we got locked in for the night. So we went to the sporting goods section to find sleeping bags and camp cots to sleep in. Somehow we got distracted by the whole thing turning into a hostage situation. Daniel had come up with some kind of plan to get everyone out safely, but I woke up before he could explain it to me.

I . . . can't even . . . WTFF?????

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