Maria, if you have to walk away for a little while this evening, do it. Not a bitch at all.

I'm upstairs, he's downstairs. I'm just boggled.

Spoons? There are none left in the damned HOUSE.

It's perfectly reasonable that he's lashing out. Not fair, but it's totally wounded tiger behavior. It really sucks to share the cage with that tiger.

You've got us. Say what you need to us to avoid a total cage match of wounded tigers.

Spoons? There are none left in the damned HOUSE.

I wish I could send you some. You could have all of mine.

Given you haven't taken a skillet to him, I think you at least have a spoon the size of the kind that comes with fake sweetener. You know, the one that holds less than a pinky fingernail's worth??

There are probably a lot of reasons for my lack of interest in being in a relationship. I like my life, I have a career, I travel, I don't want children, and historically I attract people who need me to be their sole emotional support in the entire world.

I'm not ruling it out, or anything, but it's so far off my radar that I don't ever think about it unless my family asks me if I'm seeing someone.

But hey, if they know of a diet/exercise regimen that doesn't have a 95% chance of leaving me as fat--or fatter--in 5 years, I'll give it a shot.

Pretty much the only thing working for me is mindful eating and spending at least 45 minutes at the gym every single day, which isn't what I'd call ideal.

Gah, Maria. I'm so sorry. No, you don't deserve to be treated like that.

The coke spoon of spoons?!

As in "I ONLY HAVE A COKE SPOON LEFT. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME UNLESS YOU WANT IT STABBED INTO YOUR BRAINPAN" spoon?

The night before medical procedures always sucks balls. I try to go to my zen place and let the inappropriate stress coping methods roll over me. Odds are I'll be getting the "I don't deserve you, you're so wonderful to me" thing in a few hours. Sound and fury, signifying nothing.

I hate the way Hubby is when his verbal functions are back from anesthesia but his higher functions haven't reappeared yet. There's a person who lives in his brain that comes out when his higher brain is in lock down, and I don't like that person at all. But over the years, I learned that higher-brain Hubby has no conscious knowledge of sub-brain Hubby, and I don't think I can hold higher-brain Hubby responsible. I told him once what sub-brain Hubby had said once, and it practically drove him to tears begging me not to think those statements had any bearing on what he believed. It's hard to accept, because it is all facets of him, and those thoughts exist somewhere in his brain, but I've slowly learned to let it go. The drama isn't worth the cost--and I pray he's never exposed to the thoughts that I stuff back into my not-so-sub-brain's appalling face.

Pretty much, Erin.