{{Matt}} Depression sucks, but it sounds like you've got a plan to cope and make improvements. Lots of ~ma on your journey to a healthy psyche.
Jayne: There's times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change. Mal: Do you think it's likely to?
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
SailAweigh - Nov 07, 2011 2:31:54 pm PST #2401 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
sj - Nov 07, 2011 3:55:13 pm PST #2402 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
The closing on Mom's house was today. And in somewhat related news, we're headed to the bank on Saturday to find out what kind of mortgage we qualify for. It's an interesting way to spend our one year wedding anniversary.
Dana - Nov 07, 2011 4:19:04 pm PST #2403 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I was just thinking about you, Matt, since we hadn't seen you for a while. I hope you're doing well.
smonster - Nov 07, 2011 4:49:29 pm PST #2404 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
sj, that's quite a set of transitions and things. How's it going?
Today's duck nibble: Frankie started limping one block into a two block walk home from the McWarnigles (he waited outside). He kept stopping to lick his left front paw, so I picked him up and carried him home. He didn't want me to look at it, but finally did with lots of well-timed treats, and I couldn't find anything. While I was in the shower he moved from his bed to mine, where he usually sleeps, but he's holding his paw crooked funny and didn't follow me back to the living room when I came to use the laptop.
Man, I hope it heals magically overnight, because I'd have to put a vet visit on my credit card, and that would likely max it out.
sj - Nov 07, 2011 4:57:06 pm PST #2405 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I want to hide under my bed for a week. So, really not so well. I just see a giant ball of stress looming over the next several months. On the one hand my upstairs neighbors are evil and I can't wait to get away from them. On the other hand, mortage applications and house hunting and home ownership scare me beyond description.
smonster - Nov 07, 2011 5:02:49 pm PST #2406 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I want to hide under my bed for a week.
Sounds like a pretty normal reaction to me! It is big and scary and new, but it's totally doable. Uh, not that I've done it, but other people have. Buffista people even. One day, one thing at a time. You can do it.
Ginger - Nov 07, 2011 5:06:38 pm PST #2407 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
It's too scary under my bed.
amyth - Nov 07, 2011 5:14:28 pm PST #2408 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
One day, one thing at a time. You can do it.
What smonster said, sj.
Frankie! BE WELL. That's an order.
Strix - Nov 07, 2011 6:01:19 pm PST #2409 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
In mememe news, I think Dan and I have decided what whenever we take a belated honeymoon (in about 2016, maybe, @@) we will be coming to Seattle with a side trip to Vancouver, perhaps.
It's a pipe plan right now, but I am excited just to be dreaming about it!
(This does not preclude my Super-Sekrit plans to attack NOLA again someday, however. One of my favorite cities!)
Maria - Nov 07, 2011 7:44:44 pm PST #2410 of 30001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Really, really bad night tonight. Horrible beyond description. At least I know the truth now.