Oz ,'First Date'
[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.
Making lists stresses me out, because instead of a vague unsettling feeling that I have Too Much To Do, a list gives me concrete knowledge that I have too much to do.
Bingo. My list is fucking hilarious. And I just thought of one more thing to add to it.
I find making lists really decreases my stress level. When I calm myself down enough to stop and make a list, that is.
This. As I remember the same thing over and over, it's a new "gotta remember that!" each time. If I write it down, it's safely remembered and my brain can chill the heck out - at least until the next new thing pops in.
Oh, lord, I love spring, but the changing weather really plays hell with my joints. Ow.
Wow, quiet thread.
My head has been pounding all day, but now, at (early) bedtime, I realize that I missed taking my pills last night, so I'm wondering if it's from missing a dose of AD.
Somewhat relatedly, my in-laws arrive tomorrow to help pack.
Somewhat relatedly, my in-laws arrive tomorrow to help pack.
Yay?
Yay and ack. Many feelings at once. It is very kind of them, and I'm sure we'll get a lot done. It's just the thing of having people in my space.
I am Teppy and Zen WRT to lists. I like to break mine down into vague categories and then prioritize within a category, it's easier for me that way. And then I lose the list or convince myself I know what's on it and don't need to look at it again.
sumi and Dana, I wish you both patience and strong backs. Ugh, the moving, it sucketh mightily.
Dana, I get a headache if I miss one dose of Zoloft, so it could be that.
Can I get a little bit of ~ma and good thoughts for my roommate? She had to put her dog to sleep very unexpectedly today; Rosie had a liver issue but had never had any trouble from it and in a week went from rambunctious and playful to subdued, not keeping food down, and then in the last day her liver just shut down. So sad, and poor Frankie has lost his playmate just as they were working out their dynamic. L is pretty heartbroken. The vet, bless them, wouldn't let her pay for anything today - they apparently have a fund for these sorts of things.
Oh, poor dog.
Husband, over the phone, suggested that we need to be like old people with pill containers that nag you if you don't take them.
Oh, so sad, smonster! Poor doggie. Sympathies to L!
Oh, NO, smonster. Poor Rosie and L. Ugh, awful.