I my goofball dancer boy.

That makes me smile.

What's been going on, Andi?

Cognitive dissonance and despair. I get on the scale at the doctor's office. I take my measurements so I can order clothes. The numbers go down. But this body looks and feels fatter and heavier all the time. The visceral disgust I have for this prison is getting worse. And no matter what happens now I can never have my real life in this universe. Being silly enough to tell the doc does very little good, because all it gets me is a recommendation for various modes of therapy I know enough about to know that while they can be quite useful at meeting the goals doc thinks I should have, they will not help me meet any of the goals I actually do have.

Ahhh, Andi. What are your goals? I feel for your frustrations.

My boy thinks he can out goofy me. Ohhhh, unhuhhh.

The thought of a goofy-off between smonster and D brings me my first big grin of the new year.

Oh yuck, ND. I hope you find a soothing concoction of some variety. Honey laden tea or one of the numbing sprays?

Andi, I hope you know we are here for you in any manner you need.

Awww, I see Hef is starting out the new year with a new wife. Sure hope those two make it this time.

Happy New Year, Bitches! I'm drinking tea and trying to wake up before getting everything together for guests at 2:00.

Andi, good to see you! I'm sorry to hear things have been rough. I think many of our internal demons, while, not the same, would recognize each other in a bar and buy each other drinks.

ZOMG. Still a little drunk. Out walking the dog. I haven't gotten that drunk in several months. That was a pretty fun night, all told. I think I'm going to need a nap later.

ND and bonny, I wish swift and total healing to you!

Andi, I hope you find a light to guide you through this.

Regrettably, we didn't take pictures last night, which is too bad, because we looked like 2 time travelers who met up mid-stream: me in my polka-dotted Liberty Girl dress and Tim in a 70s glam-rock outfit of shiny black PVC pants, shimmery silver shirt, and dark red velvet smoking jacket. We were swanky.

May the joys of this new year so far outshine the sorrows as to make them scarcely noticeable!

A REAL Kardashian, smonster? Huh.

ND, if you haven't already, you might ask your doc for an Rx for a Lidocaine-based throat spray. Better than the OTC stuff.

Oh, Andi,love. I wish I had something so wise to say that I would change how you're feeling, but I don't...so I will offer silent support.

Probably not a real Kardashian. But tall and dark-haired and leggy and orange, and wearing an odd backless dress.

Steph, your outfits sound amazing. I wish there were pics!