You'll feel better once it's done, sj. Also, I've found that people don't care as much as my punishing inner scripts tend to demand they do. (Which sucks, in its own way, because you're all agonized and they're just gonna say "Sorry to hear that," or whatever after you built up this big showdown andquotes from Marcus Aurelius, William Goldman, and Ty Cobb...of course that may just be me.)

Ok, I called. I left a voicemail, then I called TCG, and while I was on the phone with him, she called back. I don't feel the need to talk to her; so, I have decided not to return her call. I am rewarding myself for making the call with the scone I bought at the farmers market yesterday. Sadly, it isn't very good.

sj, rock on with your bad self! I applaud you!

So far the roids (Medrol, not prednisone, if that makes a difference -- never taken steroids before) make me utterly appetiteless, and a litle spacy. I SHOULD be cleaning my office, but I have done a shitload of techy computer stuff!

OK, II will go for a walk at 1. I am so tired of overcast. BLEAH.

Man, I loved my last course of steroids. I felt invincible.

Also I ate everything that resembled food. But in an invincible way.

This was my reaction, too. I didn't hurt! It was amazing. Also couldn't stop eating, which wasn't so amazing.

OK, I'm going to crank some tunes and finish my laundry and straighten up my office. smonster's seen it; it gets unorganized REAAAAL quick.

I probably SHOULD eat a little something, although I am SO not hungry. 3 cups of tea is all. I''ll probably be a hoover tomorrow or something!

Going now.

Seriously.

Cleaning is FUN! (I'm a fucking Virgo!) Cleaning actually IS fun! Like clean. Ooh, lemon oil.

Strix, eat something now before you get caught up and hyperfocused and then crash later.

I washed and hauled rocks for the big half-barrels of lillies on the side of the house--in the sun. And talked to the neighbors. Well, two of them. And dead-headed my petunias. And smelled my herbs.

I will gladly fold and put away your laundry. H did whites this morning, and I folded and put them all away--well, for values of folding and putting his on the bed so he can put them where he wants them.

My neighbor's lilacs are blooming, exactly the same shade of deep lavender-y pink as the rhododendron in front of them, and I see a sea of gorgeous pink every time I look out my front window.

I wish you all had the same view--it goes a long way toward balancing the grimmer stuff, I tell you what.

But Ginger, the pony would just mess up the floors more. Poor floors.

And for all that I want a scone, I had a small helping of wheat pasta for dinner last night, so I'm going to go spread some black raspberry jam on a rice cake instead of toast or a biscuit, and enjoy the heck out of it.

Posting from my phone, and bed. Sick all day. Mostly stress I think.

Strix, I'm late but if you want another ear to rant at, you have my email.Sorry for the bad thing. And the rash. I hate itchy rashes.

Ugh. I hope the rest served you well, Zen. Feeling better?

Following in Beverly's footsteps, I crushed a mad sugar craving (like, count the money in the wallet and plot on a map the closest sugar delivery options, kind of craving) by whirling up some frozen berries, meyer lemon/lime ice cubes and Designer Whey into a light, frothy pudding.

Then consumed it while indulging in my Wednesday night ritual of watching Arrow from the bath tub.

TOTALLY SATISFYING.

I win! Take that you dastardly craving.