I'm avoiding Facebook because I don't want to deal with it. I went in with blinders to send along some birthday wishes and checked my 'close friends and family' people. Keeping myself surrounded by the like-minded for sanity's sake.

smonster, you would feel worse if she had a serious issue and you hadn't gone.

Thanks. And apparently they already owe the hospital a lot of money money, so it's nothing new.

Man, sometimes this world just sucks, you know?

Now I need the housing situation to work out. I should have taken a chance on the place in St Albans.

Will and I are trying to figure something out, but everything is either expensive, a scam or doesn't take pets. I'm looking at sublet and roommate situations but that's no pets or looking for roommates in their 20s.

So turns out the apartment in town I looked at is still available, she's showing it tomorrow but I'm giong to drop off an application and hope for the best. It will be a looong drive to and from the new job.

Good luck, askye!

Spoke too soon, N is commenting on my page about the George Zimmerman/Marissa Alexander comparison. He is going to make me defriend him. ::sigh::

What I don't understand is why he included his entire sigblock in one of his comments.

Smonster, I totally would have done what you did. Concussions are nothing to mess with (spicy brains don't do we'll with scrambling). The excessive sleeping sounds scary. Glad that it turned out to be nothing but expensive, but it could also have been irreparable damage :(

Wedding invitations are addressed, stuffed, sealed, and ready for the post office. Woo.

Full-on hysterical crying, hyperventilating panic attack in public on the sidewalk at the corner going to the movie theater. We did not go to the movie.

Last week of work this week. (See above, re: panic attack.)

I'm not doing well at all.

t edit I miss the days of LiveJournal being the off-board place to grouse, grumble, and otherwise freak out. I could have a "Sheer Unmitigated Panic" filter and post there so that I could stop being a big fucking whiner here. I'm so sorry to keep whining, but I feel like if I can't talk about how I'm feeling, it's going to crush me.

Ok, its not "whining" if not talking about how you're feeling is going to crush you. Silly.

We're all team "don't crush Teppy" here.

Teppy, what Trudy said. Also, I don't post much on livejournal anymore, but I still read there, so feel free to vent away there as well. Is there anything we can do to help with the panic?