Theresa, a universe of ~ma. I'm sorry. {{{}}}
Typo Boy, ~ma to your brother. And of course, ~ma to the whole Tea family.
Thanks, all. I'm only lecturing on Tuesday, which is excellent, because I would have seriously slay someone if I would have to do it today. I only had 4 hours of sleep. I can't believe the goddamn thing worked in the end.
But I'm going to ICon (one of the major sci-fi/fantasy cons) for 3 days (including Monday, on which I'll preform the "ICon as Extreme Sports: How to Enter 4 Lectures/Seats in 4 Hours, When 3 of Them Lasts for 2 Hours" drill, and then I'm going to see the newborn of my friends. So all in all, I got some superb reasons to be exited for.
I just wish that losing sleep wouldn't make me that resentful.
Back from a kinky party where I let a friend stick needles in my back. Not like accupuncture (although the needles were almost that thin, but not quite), but more the way you put a pin (cameo, presidential campaign, etc.) on a coat -- sliding it through and then back out.
I was expecting an endorphin rush, but NSM. Maybe a little, but nothing like after my tattoo. Will have to try it again, though. I told our friend there should be feathers on the ends of the needles, and it would look like I had wings!
I am going to eat some cheese and go to bed.
I told our friend there should be feathers on the ends of the needles, and it would look like I had wings!
I have friends who have done this and left them in and then strung thread between the needles, for a corset look
I think needle corsets looks really cool! I just didn't want that many needles for my first time, nor did I want to leave them in long enough to warrant the effort it would take to lace them. (I would have felt bad if, say, it took 10 minutes to do properly and then I took it out after 5 minutes.)
Still, it was nifty.
Sure there's the poop but it's not just the poop. It's the whole universe of caring for someone, the bathing and the tending, taking someone's temperature or wiping down a fever. Listening to them breathe at night.
This is lovely. It's also a little painful for me to read right now, but this past month is very fresh. I can't sleep tonight, and I think part of it is that I keep watching Drew sleep, listening to him breathe, and feeling the tiny panic in the back of my chest that he will stop. It's ridiculous and illogical and utterly useless to focus on that fear, yet I can't let it go yet.
(And please, no brackets. I'm sharing this simply because it's late and I can't sleep, but I'm okay. Just...also not okay.)
what if we want to give you brackets cuz we like giving you brackets??
It's ridiculous and illogical and utterly useless to focus on that fear, yet I can't let it go yet.
It's understandable.
I'm still adjusting to not hearing the snoring, because the mental programing is "no snores equals either no sleep or no breath".
