Heh.

Thanks, Toddson!

I would like to someday be referred to as something cool like ""the "Indiana Jones" of ancient fermented beverages."

I keep looking at meal delivery services, and then not signing up because they seem sort of wasteful for my purposes. I have fresh veg delivered already, and I have a pantry filled with herbs, spices, and dry goods. What I really want are organic proteins to be delivered to my house every week with recipes. Just for three meals a week. The rest of the week we tend to eat leftovers or vegetarian meals.

Tea: I'm looking at sun basket right now because I've seen some good reviews of it, but for every recipe I have about half of the ingredients already. So it seems wasteful to sign up.

Yeah, if you already get veggies delivered, Sun Basket isn't going to be that much help to you. We use Sun Basket, and have been pretty happy with them.

We have a local CSA that delivers salad fixings, potatoes, carrots, and fruit every other week and I can add on whatever else they have as needed. And I enjoy my weekly trip to the farmers market as well, but meat is limited there.

those are two different people?

Two different people!

I didn't actually meet Ray's daughter, though I'm going to just pretend she was the Elder Style lady with tattoos on her arms.

I would like to someday be referred to as something cool like ""the "Indiana Jones" of ancient fermented beverages."

Got a whip? the hat? HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT SNAKES?

ltc is a stinker who knows her Nonni is here today and, therefore, will not nap.

Okay, I think I can officially say that this shithole of a year has finally gotten to me. All week, I just can't stop crying, and my IBS is the worst it's been in years (I almost went to Urgent Care earlier, but then it calmed down).

And the thing is, I'm sure it would probably be helpful to go see a therapist, except I think I'm having a perfectly normal reaction to 6 months of people dying and goddamn politics and my brother's relapse (which was SO fucking scary, you guys, I had no business trying to help him without medical intervention) and Tim getting diagnosed with an autoimmune disease (because those things are forever) and the $2000 treatment could give him cancer if we can even get it covered and my favorite kitty died and my iPod keeps playing Prince and David Bowie when I take walks and I don't appreciate that AT ALL, iPod.

If I still feel this way in a couple of weeks, I'll look for a therapist. Promise. I think my brain is just completely flipping out right now because it can't take one more sad dog post on Facebook.

And good things are happening, too -- friends are engaged, friends and family have had babies and bought houses, work is going well, vacation is coming up, I actually still think Clinton will win in November, the Deadpool DVD got delivered today, my brother got sober again and is doing really well so far AND they're coming home to visit in about a week. My life is not uniformly lousy by any means. But the shitty stuff just all caught up with me this week.

I don't need hugs or anything; I just wanted to say it all out loud (or, you know, textually) because it's a giant pile of bullshit and I'd like to be past it, not in it.