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.

I have this unfortunate habit of attempting to recall all my dumbass stupid regretful shit (from decades past, even!) when a) I'm really hungry, b) in hormonal hell, c) tired as fuck or d)some other random stressor. a-c I usually can catch them and digress with some other line of thought (even lameass- I've resorted to wondering what it must be like to be Catherine Middleton, seriously. It works! I'd love that it'd be a dissertation on Ngoro-Karabash and Putin, but Kate works better.) d is a little harder to see and divert.

Basically, find some brain candy and nom down.

It's been a whole pile of cold nights, so this is really good. And I wish I'd been there to see it, but I think it was kinda good he got to bask in the glory alone and not worry about me flitting around the edges. Plus it was Jazzfest, so while I appreciate the hundreds of college students who are learning the craft, I glad I didn't have to wrangle them.

Anyway, I'm so proud of him I could bust.

I would like to have joined the drinkers tonight, but I discovered I was out of Guinness fifteen minutes after the general store closed and didn't want any enough to drive a half hour each way for it.

Regret is so rough, especially when the things you're regretting impacted other people. It'd be nice to be all, oh, hey, distance! But somethings are present a lot longer than you'd wish.

You are awesome and beloved and an inspiration and helpmate to your friends.

So true. Try to be gentle with yourself.

Hang in there, msbelle. You are good people.

Kat, rain check.

I hate when I suddenly remember some random moment of awkward or stupid or embarrassing from YEARS ago and can't get it out of my head. Shit from high school that I should not still have brain space for, but it sticks. "Why did I SAY that??"

Went dancin tonight, that was fun. Though somehow, even though I was mostly dancing with the same people, not as good as we danced last weekend. Weird.

But one of the guys who's a good dancer and teaches told me I should teach! I was v flattered. I told him I'm always happy to be teacher's assistant (since its partner dancing) but don't really see myself teaching.

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

Liese, this whole thing is fantastic! I've loved reading about it!

He just had this interchange with Thelonious' son:

Wow!

I don't like pesto, but that's because I just don't like that much basil. It's a shame, because a neighbor has a wee basil plantation on his front porch in the summer and gives away shopping bags full of the stuff. I'd rather have spaghetti in just the olive oil, garlic, pine nuts, and cheese. Or swap out the pine nuts for red pepper flakes.