Maria, much love to you and yours. I'd growl at 2012 on your behalf, but ... yeah, more with the slogging than the growling just now.

Hold hands and keep going; it's all I know how to do.

{{{ Maria }}} Thoughts are with you and your family.

Karl, how you doing over there? Good to see your pixels.

Anyone have any experience with a double curved shower curtain? It looks like a genius idea, whether for liner and curtain, or to hang towels from. But, how sturdy are they on the wall? Can they be used to partially hold weight of someone getting in/out of the shower? Believe it or not, new condo has no shower curtain rod or doors of any kind. Was rather surprised at that.

Also, how hard is it to replace a bathroom sink faucet? Current one sits so close to sink wall, ya can't fit your hands under the water to wash them without jamming the sink. Ouch.

Hold hands and keep going; it's all I know how to do.

Well and wisely said, Karl. Sometimes I lose my words and only get to the "thinking warm thoughts at" stage of the virtual hands holding, sadly.

Sorry for always turning it back to me.

Please do not apologize. When I saw the post in Beep Me I sent out ~ma for your cousin's wife, but I was too lazy to post right then and later did not make myself go back to say it later. You deserve a better response than that. I am sorry that I had not done better before. 

And I love Typo Boy's wishes for her health.

I have been struggling with the BIDs ... Again... Or maybe still is the right word. I am trying to talk to myself the way I would to some one I care about rather than my usual. But that is so hard.

Windi, it IS hard. I know. And people can be so vicious to themselves; I have 20 years of journals filled with BID self-loathing and the most hateful language toward myself, nothing I EVER would have tolerated coming out of someone else's mouth at me.

It didn't take overnight to conquer, either, and it still raises its ugly head, but I've managed to Cee-Lo it most of the time; yanno, "So fuck you, and, uh, fuck her too!" to the world and those thoughts.

I would love to go back to school and pick up some History and non-potential-career stuff. Just indulge in learning.

Connie, I just discovered iTunes U. How did I not know about this before? Tons of free stuff to learn.

Windi, it IS hard. I know. And people can be so vicious to themselves

Hey, yeah. I am laughing gleefully at the thought of telling the BIDs to go fuck themselves.

Also, how hard is it to replace a bathroom sink faucet?

Don't know about shower curtains, omnis, but my sister replaced three bathroom sink faucets (hers and mine) by herself and said it was easy. You just have to make sure the new faucets will fit the holes in the sink (which are supposed to be industry-standard, but I'd measure anyway).

Today I am battling my BID demons by wearing a sleeveless shirt. Letting my arms hang out. Fuck you, BIDs.

BIDs suck. I like Strix's answer to them. I'm sure we can come up with an appropriate filk to Cee-Lo. Not me, though! I'm no good at that stuff at all.

{{Karl}} Good to see you, dude. I'm happy to hold virtual hands with you, any time.

Today I am battling my BID demons by wearing a sleeveless shirt. Letting my arms hang out. Fuck you, BIDs.

It was amazingly liberating last year when I decided that tank tops were a valid part of my summer wardrobe. This year I'm only wearing sleeves at work--but it's generally a sleeved shirt open over a tank top of a contrasting color. As soon as I hit the out of doors after work, that top shirt comes off. Depending on the bra, I'd be tempted to take the tank top off as well, but certain skin would not be happy exposed to the sun.

So, if I were to have some leftover stuff from my accident, let's say it rhymes with schmexeril, and I were to want to mail that somewhere, oh, for example, New Orleans, what would be the best way to do that?

Well, I've got some for now. sj might be in greater need. But if she doesn't want them, I will gladly accept your tin of Altoids/stuffed animal/random tea.

We're kind of rained out for the day - the weather might be letting up, but it turns out that R made an appt for the kittens this afternoon but can't take them, so that works out.

I hear 'em telling me that I just can't wear that
So I'm like, "Fuck you."
These demons talking in my ear, saying I'm too fat
And I'm like "Fuck you."

They say "If you were thinner, you'd be a winner!"
Well, ain't that some shit. (Ain't that some shit)
These demons won't go away, but I won't let them hold sway
So I'm like, "FUCK YOU."

I could go on. And might.

Smonster, if that is your song, yeah you should make it a whole song. (Not that it could not as it stands, but if you think you come up with more verses great. Then get someone to write music and perform it.)