My weekend will be spent recovering from this week.

Mon-Thurs I was hacking my lungs out, wheezing like crazy, plus terrible ear/nost/throat pain. Thursday I finally went to the doctor and now I'm on four different meds and finally feeling kinda human again.

Wednesday night ALL of the pipes under the kitchen sink sprung leaks. (I suspect they had been leaking slowly for some time, Wednesday there was finally enough water for us to notice it.) So Thursday after the doctor's office I called the plumber.

Thursday night was our building's annual shareholder's meeting, which I (and my co-board member) had to lead, me with basically no voice since the steroids and antibiotics hadn't had a chance to work. I was re-elected to the board, so yay, another year of having a shitty second job that doesn't pay anything.

Today I stayed home while the plumber replaced all the pipes under the sink and also our leaky master bath faucets just for good measure because I really enjoy watching ALL of my money vanish before my very eyes. Poof!

Then, because of the plumber and the doctor yesterday, I stayed an hour and a half late at work on a goddamn Friday. And THEN, and THEN the commute.

Got down to the subway platform and noticed it was filling up with smoke. Heard a few loud pops, then someone shouted "He just planted something, everybody get out!!" and we all ran. I walked over to the Q train and found myself sharing a car with a very loud, very angry, very drunk man who spent the entire ride to Brooklyn pacing between the doors shouting and slamming his fists into the poles. So that was basically terrifying.

And I'm on way too many meds right now for a drink. So this week can fuck off and die any goddamn time.

Oh Jesus, Jessica.

I'm sorry, Anne.

I think about how badly I felt about my appearance when I was a teenager and what a fucking waste of time that all was. I would love to talk to the younger me and impart some wisdom. But is that like life - we live linearly and can't really benefit from our own wisdom.

That is a hell of a week, Jess. I certainly hope your weekend is all sunshine and roses.

we live linearly and can't really benefit from our own wisdom.

Well, except for now.

I'm watching Scandal, and I'm wondering if typing is too boring for prime time. There's some single click multi-sentence shit happening here, where it's normal bash-bash-never the sound of the space bar-bash-no hiccough for shift-bash.

I gave up on today too. I'll take my laptop in tomorrow. Near noon.

I think my body below the neck really truly hates my head now. I'm so stiff and achey, and I can't even contemplate a massage on significantly affected areas. And I can't exercise. I will get the energy to clean the bath so hot soak, but not today.

Scandal is a trip and a half. I really enjoyed all the stuff last night. 1 more ep before finale, yes?

next week is going to be a hot mess.

Ugh Jessica, what a week.

And ita, that sounds like a bad space as well.

I am drinking a beer and making a sausage and tomato sauce for pasta. While the kids goof off. Hey, it's Friday.

I am a few weeks behind on Scandal. I should catch up before the finale.

I was a strangers-commented-on-it beautiful child (though, mercifully, it was never a particular focus of my parents). I stopped being a beautiful child at about 8 when life went to hell in oh so many ways. The whole topic just sort of freaks me out now -- I mostly spend a lot of time wishing it didn't matter as much as it does.

So I had my windows open tonight and I hear a kitten crying, and both cats run off on Super Alert. I'm all JFC, universe! I am NOT READY. I may be someday, but I came home to a sympathy card from my vet (one who treated her at times wrote 'She was such a fighter and I will miss her too'), I've been plagued by kittens the past few weeks, and while I enjoy them, I don't need one. I want to enjoy just having these 2 goofballs and let their dynamic and post-alpha personalities grow.

...it was a mockingbird. They often hang out by open windows and have been known to mimic/mock my cats with meows and feline cries.

Yeah.

Now it is madly storming.

...it was a mockingbird. They often hang out by open windows and have been known to mimic/mock my cats with meows and feline cries.

That's amazing! I didn't realize they really mocked things....

Ugh, Jess. That's a hell of a week.

It is perfect outside, and hot in my apartment. Oy.