this is some epitaph worthy stuff:

I'm telling you!

Well, 0 for 2 in sports tonight. Well, actually 1 for 3, because the Blackhawks won this afternoon.

But on the plus side, watching basketball I don't actually care that much about was the perfect backdrop for sorting my inbox and the mail basket, wherein I found my Christmas steakhouse gift certificate, yay! But not my missing W2.

He just had this interchange with Thelonious' son:

That was AMAZING. He must be giddy!

Jesse, there's never too many ornj kitties!

They just finished. He says it's the best any work of his has ever been performed. YAY!

Yay Liese, that is so monumentally cool for your SO. He'll hold onto this night for a long time.

And Kat, I'm sorry you're having one of those nights. You and your work ethic always amaze me.

I on the other hand am NOT being productive, or at least not productive enough. sigh. I'm sure the martinis I made at dinner aren't helping, but then again they did a marvelous job of dampening my desire to tell my bratty kids to fuck off. Fair trade off.

Liese, wow, that's...that's almost all the appreciation you could want. Y'all definitely need to deposit that in the back so you can withdraw interest if a cold night comes by.

Kat, another oil might work indeed. I don't mind cooking complex flavours in olive oil, but if it's strong enough to be a flavour of its own I pretty much guarantee a migraine.

I didn't do all the things I needed to. But my hair is cut, I drew Amy her birthday present, finished up my draft pics for the fic/art challenge, and responded intelligently to my sister about the five or six SPN episodes she watched today. But I did not do anything in the kitchen bar taking things out of it. I need to bake cookies, and I want to do two batches, but that would mean buying more butter...oatmeal cookies tomorrow morning before meds, and I will make the next ones (that I can't finish and that I break up) during the week itself.

Kat, that all sounds very overwhelming. If soothing thoughts counted....well, I'm out of practice. I hope that's not a problem, if rusty soothing thoughts come across the ether to you? I'm sure there's no lockjaw threat.

They just finished. He says it's the best any work of his has ever been performed. YAY!

I would Favorite this if this were Twitter, but thankfully it is not, so, YAY!

There we go: Facebook has Like, Twitter has Favorite; B.org needs a YAY button!

(Not really.)

Go to bed, Self, you're drunk.

I just freaked out because I heard my neighbor's garage door going up and ran out to see her car pulling in. She's in Senegal at the moment, so I'm keeping an eye out. Then I saw our other neighbor B exiting and it all made sense. He's carless, she's been lending him her car when she's frequently out of town. I love these people.

I am in a head space of regretting a ton, really really trying to just do one thing, and still having my brain race ahead to the future, at least all the ways that the next day or next day will suck - mainly because of me fucking something up. I need to get meds refilled is my take-away.

Yes, that, the meds. But also? You are awesome and beloved and an inspiration and helpmate to your friends. You helped me so much. Let us help you.

thank you. you are all helping.