Am back from Portland trip! Great fun, tempted to move there. I have read every single post and am too brain-dead to meara, but I heart you all.

My condolences for your loss, Maria.

smonster, I'm sorry I couldn't join you in your EPIC roadtrip/move to NOLA.

Thanks y'all- sort of saw how hard I was being on myself when I wrote it out. Getting it out of my head is important, diffuses the inner brain bully.

Yeah, lots of this.

Which is weird, because now I live in the place where I would run to and hide in.

I know this one! I used to plaintively recite to myself, "I just want to go home," when faced with too muchness. And then one day in my awesome house that loves carrots, I realized I was home. And I totally just let that soothe me. Just took the time to breathe and appreciate the things I appreciated, and to be happy I was sad at home. If you know what I mean. That I had a safe space and supportive family to be sad in/around. To let myself enjoy the house even though I was sad. To give myself time and space to be sad.

The couch has left the building. I repeat, the couch has left the building. All hail.

Zen, glad you had fun! I'm sorry you can't come, too. Honestly? Not sure how I would have fit you in the car. Gonna be a tight, tight fit as it is.

Yay, couchlessness!

I used to plaintively recite to myself, "I just want to go home," when faced with too muchness. And then one day in my awesome house that loves carrots, I realized I was home. And I totally just let that soothe me.

This is exactly me, and my house. "I want to go home" was my sad mantra most of my life, that I heard myself reciting even when I was at home. And now, I have my Home, and I don't say it as much, because even when I'm not there, it's waiting for me.

Woo, gone couch!

Argh. I have a friend who is normally of a melancholy and anxious turn of mind, and she and her spouse have gotten themselves in a miserable state of affairs, and cannot see any way out. Every possibility I suggest, she shoots down with excuses. She posts several times a day on Twitter, and she hasn't said one single happy thing for months. Literally. She hates absolutely everything abut where she is now, and she won't even entertain a possibility of change. She seems determined to be miserable and hopeless, and I don't know how to deal with it.

I let the boys be all butch and shit, though I did advise them on maneuvering. Door came out and legs came off and it's gone. I'm so happy. And now I'm going to clear off my bed and crash.

Yay couchlessness!

I am watching SYTYCD, and waiting ot catch up in the nonfiction thread, due to westcoastishness.

My shoulder is KILLING me, after being very painful Sat/Sun and feeling better the past couple days. Stupid lifting weights.

Also, I have a date with a boy tomororw. A born boy. WTF?

Yay for couch goneness!

meara, it's like I don't even know who you are!!