Look, I know people are more than their jobs, and I know that from an economic standpoint I'm not, like, "Catch!1" but I'm not wrong for not paying further attention to a dude with a. a poorly-written profile and 2. a job writing reverse mortgages, right? (sorry to involve y'all, but my mother's so over dating the only advice she has is that it's not worth it. Which I get, but *she* not *we* got divorced, right? Someday, I want someone in my life That Way) I'm sorry, but I think that's a scam and since he doesn't look like Neal Caffrey? Gross. I think OkCupid has washed its algorhythm of me.

You had me at "poorly-written profile". I know there are scads of amazing, worthy people out there whose strengths and skills lie in other areas than written communication, but add that to the scam-work? Warning bells, erika. I'm hearing them as well.

I feel this person's core values are far from similar to yours.

Ryan is exploring his talents in entertainment. Last week he was lying on the couch, when suddenly we see his leg poke up from behind the couch back.

"Good evening everybody, and welcome to another episode of the Foot Show!" [waggles his foot] "Tonight we have some very special guests, including --" [bends his leg] "Black Knee! And..." [rolls up his pyjama pants] "Naked Knee!"

There may have been more, but I was laughing too hard to hear it.

Now tonight, we had him dancing around the living room, trying out his Sister Sledge.

"We. Are. Family!" [Grins at his Daddy] "...Even though you're fatter than me!"

Kind of catchy. I can only imagine that when Ryan undertakes his desert spirit quest, he will be informed, "Cheekiness is your gift."

I had a morning from..well it was hellish for me and has left me drained. Completely. What I really want to do is curl up and cry and pull the covers over my head.

I was supposed to go in about transntial case management and kept saying case management and I was sent away and then claled and told to come back to a different location, which is the same building and I was brought back to the same people.

So I finally had the asssesment it would be a three month thing working with a case manager and there's a skills therapy group that's not DBT more CBT but teaches..I dunno something. And someone else weighed in on my medication and diagnosis and I'm supposed to go to work today and I feel I have given all the spoons I ahve. Well not quite. I think I have some reserves to make food.

I don't know I just feel a part. I can't stop crying I feel more overwhelmed than anything. I want.. I want someone to tell me what I need to do and I know no one can and it has to be me. But it is so exhausting to constantly be in this situation all the time.

I keep crying off and on and I feel so alone and disconnected and doing the transitional thing is supposed to help but I don't know. There are so many choices.

Work, work part time, move , not move but if I move then I feel the weight of winter baring down and I don't want to live with Mom again no matter how much I love her.

But at what point do I just say - this isn't working, the loneliness and disconnectness I feel is outweighing any benefit of staying.

"Good evening everybody, and welcome to another episode of the Foot Show!" [waggles his foot] "Tonight we have some very special guests, including --" [bends his leg] "Black Knee! And..." [rolls up his pyjama pants] "Naked Knee!"

Jazz Hands! Er...Knees!

That's great!

Oooh, askye, I think you are definitely feeling too overwhelmed right now to make those kinds of decisions. You need a kind of sensory deprivation tank for a few days. Try to quiet things down and keep things simple.

Yeah, WS, I would hope I wouldn't reject a solid person for being a bad speller or something, or need them to be as far to the left as me, but there needs to be some commonality, especially since I can't be some stranger's athletic kitchen-table bang. It's embarrassing to be this old and have only been out with like, two-and-a-half people, lifetime(And the most serious one is officially ancient history) But I want it to feel right, not just get my stats up. But there is ableism in my head that tells me "Someone like me" can't afford deal-breakers.

Drive-by to say I just uploaded the paperwork to the insurance company for my mom's home care. Fingers crossed and prayers sent that it gets processed quickly and correctly so it can be one less thing that I'm stressing out about!