Jeez, Zuisa, that sounds rough. Nothing like emotional loss compounded with physical pain with a nice round of social dislocation.

Danny Glover needs Amanda Huginkiss. Pass it on.

Dandy plover needs a man to snuggle bits. Pass it on.

Plovers are fans of muggle tits. Pass it on.

Aw, zuisa, I'm sorry. That's a bad couple of days. Are you heading somewhere fun, at least?

Plovers are fans of muggle tits.

Awww, yeah, plovers got it going on.

Love your fanny's muddled bits. Mastodon.

frackin a zuisa. is there a medic on board? get the legs/ankles/feet checked out. The emotional loss is...hard. especially when the replacement roomate is so fraught with potential demonicness. wish i had useful suggestions, only shared misery from the first few shows i worked on before i built up a callous ability to welcome 30 new people into my life every few months and then say good bye again when the show closed.

Yes, please get the ankles/legs/feet checked, zuisa. I am sorry about people assigning you all the shittiness of Americanism, because the people who deserve it/earned it are nowhere around and you're stuck holding the bag, and it sucks.

oof, new roommate. Maybe try to tell her that you aren't the morning type? Sometimes opposite types can work well together, it's just that everyone needs to be on the same page.

{{zuisa}}

There is a medical department on board, but the doctor walked into lunch while I was lamenting about it, he glanced at it, and went "Ah, you'll be alright." I was pretty good friends with one of the nurses, but of course she left yesterday along with everyone else I liked. I'm sure it'll be fine... hurts like hell still, but I think it should be fine.

I know I'm going to have to try just working everything out with the new roommate, but I'm incredibly non-confrontational and always just prefer to let other people do what they want. I just want my old roomie back; she was awesome. Knowing that I have to spend the rest of my contract with someone closer to my mother's age than my age is just... eh. I guess I'm perfectly used to being friends with people much older than I am, but they don't usually live with me and judge me for how I act. I'm sorry, I'm 25, I'm not going to apologize for not being a morning person and liking to stay up late and being sort of disorganized. My mess never, ever impedes on anyone else's space, so... I don't know. I always worry that I'm being the unreasonable one in every situation so I try just to not say anything.

I really need to just prepare some witty comebacks when people start America-bashing. They usually aren't WRONG, which makes it hard, but I could just use some zingers, I think.

I really need to just prepare some witty comebacks when people start America-bashing.

"That's not the kind of American I am. I'm the Duke Ellington, Walt Whitman, Fred Astaire, Wes Anderson, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Aretha Franklin kind of American."

And if they object to Wes Anderson then you have something else to talk about.

Yeah, that's a lot, zuisa. It definitely does remind me of theater life, where the first show I teched I was all, aww, hug the actors, they're leaving, and everyone just looked at me like, newbie. And then I was all callous after that. It'll be okay. You'll get used to it. You were scared when you got on board, and you made friends. You'll do it again.

Try not to compare, because new people aren't going to be the old people, but that doesn't mean they won't have their own charms.

And hey, lots of people on here are old enough to be your mother and you get along with us just fine!

Morning person who wants roommate to be morning person may require some pushback,