Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Windsparrow - the young can be soooo clueless. Hard to cluestick them gently, sometimes.
...but you succeed admirably.
Zen, I'm know I'm not giving any news flash by saying that there's no magic bullet to get rid of non-event-specific depression. But treat yourself today. Even if it's just a walk in an area of the park that you don't get to every day. (Well, not necessarily in DC. It's too hot for a long walk in the park.) Get through today first.
Harvey sends his best purrs to everyone who needs 'em.
I'm awake. I think. So early for me. It's strange, I can sense spoon supply dwindling, but I keep pressing on. Once the adrenalin rush of moving is done, I sense I will be very sore.
ZenKitty, how are ya doing today? I second the notion of a nice walk. Maybe drive to the park, revel if you find a parking spot in the shade, and then walk around a bit. Bring a towel soaked in cold water, put that around your neck.mthat will combat the heat a bit. {{{Zen}}}
Aw, guys, thank you. It helps knowing you're out there, gazing at me beneficently from my monitor. I'm marking your posts to read later when I feel bad.
I just followed you on twitter! That for SURE will get you out of the spiral, right?
le n, I followed you back! Go say something funny.
Relaxing walk in the park? Oh, not today. Today is, getting an issue ready for press, plus the plumber is coming and I'm hoping he doesn't get here at the same time as the cleaners.
This is the first time I've had to call a plumber and GOD, plumbers are expensive. It's like $75 just for him to walk through the door.
Even when I can bring myself to be grateful for the deeper compassion depression has brought me, I resent the pain it brings.
Yes. It's so weird, I was giving myself a pep talk this morning to get myself in the car and then to work and I thought to myself, WTF is wrong with me? Why is everything always so hard to get done? I can do stuff, and in a fairly efficient and normal-looking manner (thanks to half decent medication), but it is exhausting. Every day.
Which is to say, {{{Bitches}}}.
I forgot to say earlier, I could definitely use a round of the productivity game.
I thought to myself, WTF is wrong with me? Why is everything always so hard to get done?
Totally this! Like, right now I have a huge sinkful of dirty dishes, because the drain from the dishwasher's backed up (hence, plumber) and I know I have to have that sink clear for him to look at, and yet the dishes have been piling up unwashed since Thursday. Why didn't I just wash them? I dunno. So now, an hour before he's supposed to arrive, I'm trying to wash a bunch of dishes at the same time I'm proofreading 45 articles due to press tomorrow. Oh, yeah, I could've been doing that since Thursday too. WTF is wrong with me?
eta Wow, that sounds like I'm flaking off at work. In my own defense, I'm not. I meant I could have done it over the weekend, which was my birthday, so... no.
I forgot to say earlier, I could definitely use a round of the productivity game.
Yeah, me too!
Let's do it. I have so much shit to do, it is no longer amusing.
Do we want to take this to email or just go at it here?
- Make a to do list.
- Make a to buy list.
- Nap.