Good lord, jengod! Fabulous to see you.
La Tep, Kat, I have been in the Drowning Place and it's a pit of sucking, grinding, aching misery. I hope you swim to the top and it spits you out, bedraggled but not broken, soonest.
'Him'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Good lord, jengod! Fabulous to see you.
La Tep, Kat, I have been in the Drowning Place and it's a pit of sucking, grinding, aching misery. I hope you swim to the top and it spits you out, bedraggled but not broken, soonest.
Anyway, yes. I didn't take a nap, but I did step away for a while. I watched the make-up reality show and then I watched three episodes of the shooting reality show. It was very soothing. I don't really know what that says about me. But it got me to when the SO came home with pizza and root beer and some weird tube applesauce that our band leader offered as comfort food.
So. I feel better. I definitely did wonder about the volume of tears earlier today. And the dog was upset I was upset. But we are all calmed down and chilling in bed now, and I took an aspirin and am calling it a day. I was supposed to go to a thing at the local organic store tomorrow about tea, but I just don't have the heart for it, and I have a lot of housework to do that didn't get done today. And I perform tomorrow night. If I could quit that, I would. And I have a guest volunteer coming in all week next week. If I could have called that off, I would. But she'll just have to deal with the me I'll be when she gets here.
Anyway, thanks guys for all y'all's support. I love you guys. And I'm sorry it's so hellacious for so many of you right now. But I support you too. We'll get through all this.
I'm sorry that so many here are having such a hard time right now. Feel sort of helpless.
It's nice to see jengod drop by. Sorry I missed you, jengod. I can remember watching "Once More With Feeling" at your house.
I wrote 3600 words of story today. And I have 200 lbs of dog on the floor next to me. That's gotta be some kind of record.
That's, um, 18 words per pound!
I'm not watching the news because I still have the plague, and if I cry I'm not sure I'll be able to breathe. I'm sad that so many Buffistas have it rough right now.
Aside from the plague, I am pretty okay. I didn't punch anyone in the face on the way home, even though there were eleventy billion drunk people everywhere, and I haven't lost weight after walking 18 miles the last three days, but whatever, my metabolism is a poopy-head.
Cheerios:
If you have tasty split pea recipes, I would like them. Thank you.
I am amused by the pounds per word.
I had a long day, starting with pre6am airport. But friend who is visiting to get a taste of Seattle is still on east coast time, thank goodness, so there was no need to party like rockstars (which iPhone wanted to make "rocketeer". Not sure how they party)
"rocketeer". Not sure how they party
Fast and high.
"rocketeer". Not sure how they party
Laying waste to the Greater London area.