I'm glad your mom likes her oncologist, Scrappy. It makes a huge difference when you feel like they see (and will treat) you as a person. I'm sorry that the news isn't better.

I'm glad your mom likes her oncologist, Scrappy. It makes a huge difference when you feel like they see (and will treat) you as a person. I'm sorry that the news isn't better.

This. Continued ~ma to you, your mother and your family, Scrappy.

And I'm glad you're feeling up to working, smonster. I hope you feel entirely better soon.

I have a 7 am (my time) conference call tomorrow (it's with some staff in Kenya). I get to discuss eLearning tech with interested parties. Coherence~ma, please?

Apparently this last half hour in the office is going to break the laws of time and be the longest freaking half hour in history.

Wow, four and a half hours without a peep.

I am so aggravated with myself and my job and everything. I need a therapist but I just can't get started. I did email a former co - worker to ask how she got going in the process.

I just feel like fucking mental shit.

I'm sorry, Nora, that's a crappy place to be in, especially after coming back from an awesome vacation. Have you seen a therapist in NOLA before? It's definitely hard to get started -- way harder than it should be.

Wow, four and a half hours without a peep.

I know, it gets freaky quiet in here. I was distracted by the kyriarchy and actually being productive.

I just feel like fucking mental shit.

Aww, Nora, shitty. When are you free to hang? I'm seeing D tomorrow, but maybe Thursday? Or sometime this weekend. I'm feeling strong, lay it on me.

Speaking of productive, gotta walk the pup and get to bed.

Thursday I have the icna meet the candidates shindig till 8:30. But I should be more or less free on the weekend. I am unsure if venting will be useful, I'm just very angry at myself and I can't figure it out. Escaping works dandy, though (waves at beautiful Bayistas). But! Hanging with you is always a good and fine thing on many levels. I'm angry at myself, my choices, my stupid condo, my job, Tom, New Orleans, Republicans ... and even more angry at myself for getting angry with all that because it's stupid and pointless and selfish and small.

Kate, correct, I haven't seen anyone since moving down here. I think running away to live at the Toronado is the bestest and healthiest solution to my woes of being a fucking disappointment to myself, my family, my friends, my husband, and my job. IDEK.

Also, I'm sick and have no more sick time.

Ugh, thanks for letting me vent!

I'm so gray right now it's sad. Hugs to those who need them. Just got home from my second back to school night (13 hours at school = too many hours) after spending last night at the emergency vet with a sick kitty. Seamus was having serious vomiting issues but today seems perky and fine, so that's good at least. Anyway, I'm not able to keep up anywhere right now, but I try to pop my head in when I can. Even when I don't find time to type it, please know I check Beep Me and skim for news and am thinking about you when you are having a rough time.

In totally unrelated news:

Gravity was trying to hide my sticky-notes on the floor, behind the computer at work.

Gravity's a bitch.