YAY STEPH!
'Time Bomb'
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.
Yesterday was a 12 hour work day plus 2 hours of school work. Today I'm in my 14th hour and really should be editing a paper, but that will have to be done tomorrow. Big deadline that I refuse to miss, but dang, I can't do this on a regular basis. Thankfully this is unusual for me.
OK. DONE for tonight. Tomorrow is going to take some hustle, but (knock wood), I may make it.
Ugh. Was feeling fine all day, went and ran, did a bit of hair bleaching, realized I was still awake and it was after 9pm so decided to go dance. Show up, sit around for a couple songs, ask one guy to dance. And sit some more. Ask a woman to dance who is a Facebook friend, she turned me down. Sit a couple more songs. Another friend asks me to dance. Sit a couple more songs. By 10 songs in, having danced all of twice, I suddenly was so depressed I was about to cry, and had to leave. Big waste of a $10 entrance fee. :( sigh.
Apparently making an appointment with a therapist makes me feel *worse,* like I'm broken and nonfunctional. At least that's how I feel today.
The good thing about working from home is that I can still get work done at the same time that I'm crying. Because it seems that's my plan for the day: just cry all freaking day. Woo.
Ugh, I'm sorry. I'm glad you have your own space to feel how you're feeling. Maybe you can reward yourself tonight with something fun/delicious/both?
Steph I understand. Be kind to yourself.