Family~ma, smonster.

Okay, sorry, need to vent.

In addition to previous things talked about, the chiro failed to fix my neck this morning, I'm still PMSing, and I just realized that I forgot to take my antidepressant this morning. So how am I feeling? I'm lonely but I hate the world, I need to eat but nothing sounds good except cookie dough, but I don't have any in the house, I don't want to be alone but I don't want to call anyone, and did I mention I hate the world?

tl;dr the numbness is wearing off, I do believe.

that's not even tl, smonster.

I'm sorry the chiro didn't work. And for everything else.

Do you have access to something comforting, smonster? Comfort music, or comfort movie, and some comfort food? I wish there was an easier way to deal with heartbreak, but I've never found any way but through it.

You can hate the world! We'll hate the world with you! Seriously, I know we're not there in person, but we are totally here for you, so get your ass in here and vent all you need. The floor is yours for the next however long you need. No need to apologize, just be here, and we'll be here with you.

Well, I just snarfed the last of my chocolate chips. Nothing sounds appealing to watch. Which, considering my assortment of DVDs is sad. I don't feel like cathartic crying, or distracting laughter. I've been listening to Lucero, which someone once described as "heartbreak at its muthafuckin' finest." It kind of helps?

Really, I need to send in my timesheet so I get paid and probably just take another Xanax and go the fuck to sleep.

I will say that I'm proud that I have not just laid around crying today. I went to the chiro, picked up a donation, finally bought some supplements I've been meaning to get, purchased paint markers to make a Kaylee parasol for the fundraiser, got flea stuff from the vet, fixed lunch for myself and RI, and then did a couple of hours of budget and fundraiser stuff. And two loads of laundry, though I haven't folded them yet. Ran out of gas hard around 5 pm, and have kind of fallen apart since then. Ah well.

Oh smonster, I'm sorry. Vent away, sweetie. I may join you. It's been a rough day here too.

That's great. Good for you. That's a lot to get done on a good day, and today was not a good day.

But yeah, send in your timesheet. We'll wait here. And then getting some rest probably would be a good idea.

You can hate the world! We'll hate the world with you! Seriously, I know we're not there in person, but we are totally here for you, so get your ass in here and vent all you need. The floor is yours for the next however long you need. No need to apologize, just be here, and we'll be here with you.

I can't say it better than that.

Wishing the best for your grandma, smonster. Also

I can't imagine not having animals in my life, so I need a partner that does more than tolerate them.

YES! So important. Bob really dove into the deepend of pet ownership when he hooked up with me, my super elderly dog, and two elderly cats one of which was diabetic. And he was kind of allergic to the cats. One of the main reasons that I knew that he was really the one for me was that he not only helped me with their care but he did it with enthusiasm and, eventually, affection. I think he was more heartbroken than me when first Frank, then Swifty died because he didn't have the years of decline, and getting used to the idea of them dying sooner rather than later, that I did. I never really made a list of qualities I was looking for in a partner when I was single (lo' those many years) but, if I had, enthusiasm for pets would have had to have been high on the list.