I have ice cream, and painkillers. Right now, I need them both.
River ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm glad things went ok, Typo. And it's good to see your pixels, Frank. I'm sorry things have been rough, and I hope Celexa or some other med will prove helpful. Askye and Hil, I hope you both feel better soon.
I got to babysit a friend's 19 month-old girl today. It was kinda fun.
I've been on celexa for more than 10 years and it's been my wonderbraindrug. My dad and sister also have been through the a/d formulary and both also ended up on celexa which fully reenforces my perception of my brain chemistry as being genetically wacked. I have tried tapering off a few times (always after over a decade of daily use) and get very dizzy and lose what little "filter" I normally have in speaking with other human beings. So I'm down to 1/2 of a little bitty pill and that's cool.
I'm at my cousin's wedding. The bride is a half hour late and the priest does not look happy.
Eeep. Not cool, bride.
You know what? I have no idea if our ceremony started on time. (We were already there, of course, getting ready and wrangling the historical reenactors. But since we were doing photos before the wedding, and I wasn't wearing a watch, I just assumed that someone else was making sure we were on time. No idea.)
It started an hour late. Now we're at a tea shop killing time before the reception.
I was about 45 minutes late. I hate being late, but we were still hand stitching on my dress!
Well, damn it. Our friend who was in the hospital died this afternoon. She was only 53. She had a lot of health problems, including pulmonary hypertension, and the stroke she had a month ago was too much for her.
I don't get this fucking summer. There have been a lot of really great things that have happened, but Jesus H. Christ, there have been an equal number (or more) of lousy fucking goddamn shitty things. Do not want.
Crapweasels, this is a lot of grief.