I've gone into interview-prep overdrive. Got the slides for my talk mostly prepared. Got people to cover many of my classes for the days I'll miss, but I'm still missing a few. Getting nervous already.

TCG's meeting was supposed to end by 8:30 because he needs to get home to give me my shots tonight, but it's running long and he can't get out of there. If he can't leave in the next half hour, I'm going to have to do them myself. I'm freaking out and pissed off because he spoke to the person running the meeting ahead of time and this wasn't supposed to be a problem.

My neighbors? Suck. JFK did not say "Sit on your lazy butts and I will gift-wrap a solution and bring it by your house with a shiny bow on it." (at least not with pants on, anyway.) If I were not a white person, they would make me roll my eyes at white people.

If I were not a white person, they would make me roll my eyes at white people.

Wait...we're not allowed to roll our eyes at White people? Shit, I've been doing this wrong.

Well, yeah. You can. I don't know...I'm beginning to think the heat DOES melt Arizonan brains.Even though I found it insulting written all over DK. It's too bad I can't move.(But then, what if I don't have any "people' outside the social construct of Buffista Island anyway? Then I'm still not happy and my shit's all in boxes and my weirdo cats live in my closet.)

Hi all - I've been pretty lurky around here lately, mainly because I haven't been able to keep up with this or natter. I wanted to give an update on the aftermath of the fire last year (it will have been a year in a week and a half). I think the last of the stress-inducing stuff has finally gone by the wayside.

I got a new bed last week (rather more bed than I was quite expecting to get, but it is comfy), so I'm off the futon, and the rest of my stuff is out of storage. My apartment is currently box central, but it looks like everything will fit if I want it to, although I expect to do the big culling I didn't have time to do when I was packing. Everything seems to have come out without much evidence of smoke which is a good thing.

For the last year I've had this monstrous knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach that now finally seems to be gone. I mean, I've got a ton of unpacking/arranging to do, and I'm still not adjusted to the added distance/reduced travel options of the whole move, but I figure that will come in time. I finally feel a little RELAXED, and I can't tell you how much better that makes me feel.

I was not dealing with the anxiety in a healthy way, which was definitely leading to a certain level of depression on top of (under?) it, and the two were creating something of a feedback loop with each other. I think I've broken that cycle and hope I can keep it that way.

Anyway, I hope to be around a little bit more now that I feel I can breathe again.

Heh. I just shared on Facebook a link to an Amazon seller selling the Iron Coin of the Faceless Men from GoT, with the comment, "Whoa. I need one of these." My mom just responded, "Not sure what you need this for but one is coming your way." Valar morghulis.

(My mom is generally good about indulging me in stuff like this. This is pretty much the same way that I got a blue canary nightlight, which she still doesn't understand but seems happy that it makes me happy.)

Good news Frank.

I'm glad you're starting to feel better, Frankenbuddah.

Frankenbuddha, I'm very glad to hear that you are starting to release your stress.

Hil, that's a good mom.