That said, ice cream and wine does sound like a reasonable plan to me right now.

I want this. Or just skip the ice cream.

I am, actually, extremely stressed/distressed and can't chill out. Part of it is last night's spectacular insomnia (I fell asleep about half an hour before Tim's alarm went off this morning) -- sleep deprivation is not helpful to one's mental state.

I'd take an Ativan (that is how extremely distressed I am right now -- it's not code Blackwatch Plaid, but it's high enough to warrant drugs [which is pretty fucking high]), but since I'm all sleep-deprived I know it'll make me fall asleep. Which would be fine except I have one last article to finish and return today, and then a phone call to make to try and schedule a speaker.

I think the deal I've made with myself is this: I can cry and wail while I edit (because I am really good at multitasking), and once I've finished editing (should be maybe an hour, tops), I can take Ativan, and then make that phone call right away before the sleepy kicks in. And then go back to bed and everything else can go fuck itself.

That's all I've got for today.

I'm trying to embrace the grand motto of IDGAF today, Tep. We'll see how that goes.

I'm trying to embrace the grand motto of IDGAF today, Tep. We'll see how that goes.

Solidarity, yo.

I have no fucks left to give today, except wanting to keep my job, so I'm going to meet my deadline, even if it is more half-assed than my usual quality of work. And then ALL THE DRUGS. Well, no, just one.

And maybe GotG later tonight.

We're waiting on GotG until the Kiddo gets here. GeekFamilyFun is worth the wait.

Solidarity, yo.

Sometimes IDGAF is the only sane approach. Hope you're napping soon, Steph.

In case time has clouded anyone's memories, I can reconfirm that Scola hugs make everything better.

Hey, how do you have a Scola?

Hope you're napping soon, Steph.

Soon. I finished my editing and just need to submit the changes (this is the job where I have to mark the changes by hand on a printed copy, scan the article, save it as a PDF, and email it back), and then I think I can nap. Fingers crossed.

That process still seems crazy burdensome, Steph. But I guess you get it down after a while.

We got the results back on the tests my doctor ran after the d&c. The embryo had an extra chromosome, and there is no way I could have carried to term. Let me know if this is tmi and I should delete.

omg...lower case, since nothing is actually wrong. I am SO headed for a nap at an ill-advised time of day, but I am so deeply in IDevenGAF right now, I can't be bovvered.

I'm certain I'll feel better when I wake and can, perhaps get something done.

I love that my house is so welcoming and I DO welcome people...BUT, earlier today a good friend just walked in the door, unexpectedly...while I had another visitor...toting her lunch along because she needed to be out of her house for a bit.

Glad to be a sanctuary from chaos...even gladder that I'd picked the place up this morning and was not in any kind of compromising position.

Then again, it's been so long since I've been in a position to compromise...

lord. I need to sleep. I hope your nap helped, Steph!

Not too much info for me, sj. I hope this finding comforts you in any way you need it to.

Many years ago, on the tv show Life Goes On(of all places) was when I first heard the notion that not every soul is meant to stay.

Despite my rampant agnosticism...my motto is "Believe nothing but entertain all possibilities"...I do find that concept comforting.