It was! And now I'm in a very expensive cab on my way home. It's late and cold and I decided to splurge. I also discovered that the very smelly vanilla hand sanitizer in my bag exploded sometime in flight. Ewwww.
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.
C's mom is being supportive, not sure about C's dad. I hope he is. I have a strong feeling that C's mom will be a good ally for C. Not sure which pronouns are approriate for C so I'm staying pronoun-less at this point.
I went to work and came home from work in record time. I have a UTI - I did the over the counter test and it turned in record time the other day but I'm waiting for tomorrow to call the doctor's office. This has also caused a Painful Bladder Syndrome Flare up (I think) and combined with feelig like I have GI issues. I was in the store for less than 30 minutes and spent most of that in the bathroom. I claimed GI issues because it's easier than explaining -everything else. I'm out of the D-Mannose it should be here tomorrow.
In the mean time I'm guzzling water and if I don't start feeling pain free soon because of the OTC stuff I took I may, uh, use one of the pills I have left from my tooth extration. I also didn't sleep well last night getting up and down all night to go to the freaking bathroom.
Oh, askye. Feel well.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, bitches. I hope your holidays are going well.
A bit of mearaing on something from over a week ago, but felt the need to respond to
There is so much injustice in this world - whole thing looks like it's headed for the nether regions in a modest hand-crafted container made from stiff plant fibers. I can't fix everything that's wrong. And to be honest, I don't know that I can fix anything. But I know it is more than I can do to fight on all fronts.
This city I love is so fucked, and it's all I can do to keep myself going. Blah.
Boy, do I hear you and then some. Whenever I do something within my own bubble of friends I feel like a hypocrite, with all that's wrong in my city and country. Honestly, the main thing I do is to walk around with a batch of anti-racist stickers, so that whenever I see a racist sticker/sign I can cover it with the anti-racist sticker. I don't really feel safe in most demonstrations or confronting groups of racists (why are they always in groups), so I hardly go to demonstrations.
But there is one thing I started to do which seems to help with the guilt. Whenever the situation looks grim/I had an overdose of news, I donate a small amount of money to a random white hat organization (usually pro-peace, socialist, feminist, etc.). Anywhere between 10-20$ - again, small amount. But it helps.
If we all do a little bit, we can do a lot.
{{{askye}}} Feel better. And all the ~ma for C. I'm glad she has a supportive mother.
Yay, for mini-F2F and free in flight wifi!
Zen, yay for your niece!
We had a nice Thanksgiving. There weren't many people at Mom's this year, and we couldn't stay the whole weekend this year. But we helped out with most of the food and I learned how to make the things that I didn't know how to make like my grandfather's stuffing recipe. So, it was fun and not too stressful.
I currently have my cell on silent because my step family is planning a get together for next weekend using a group text message. If I didn't have it on silent it would be beeping with a new message every minute.
I'm feeling badly about myself because I just found out an opportunity I might be perfect for, but I don't think I can take because the deadline is tomorrow and because I wanted to get over my sad little compulsion to drag my little wizard special resume from machine to machine...it's never been good, but I used to have one. Now that I might have things to put on it, I don't have time to start again. Sigh.
Cereal: I've really Had It with apologizing for myself, and I'm not doing it again...I've got samples and that fricking Linked-In I've never known what to do with...I'm calling it good. Worst-case, another disability activist doesn't know what to do with me. Like that doesn't happen with the frequency of an Emanuel's curse--I think I'll live.
Does that mean you're applying for it? Good for you, erika.
I hope that means you're going for it, erika.