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.

Frank, good to hear you're doing better. Also that your stuff is okay. (What? I'd be worried about my stuff.)

What? I'd be worried about my stuff.

My worry about my stuff is that it would fill the place so much I'd be climbing over boxes to get around and it would be next to impossible to organize shelve. I sort of expanded the volume of my stuff in my head, thankfully, though there are still way, WAY too many books that are going to be hard to cull.

I'm culling my books right now AIFG but it's hard. I'm getting rid of two 6-foot-tall bookshelves and all the books on them have to go elsewhere, either different bookshelves or out of the house. Which means culling books from the rest of the bookshelves as well, to make room for the books I want to keep. I keep reminding myself, Amazon and Kindle are not going away. I have to be ruthless. I have several TJ's bags full already. The owner of the used bookstore is gonna be happy to get so much new inventory.