I realized today after I ate I need to get blood drawn. And it needs to be fasting. I keep forgetting and eating something.

Monday I'm doing this, I have an appointment Thursday so hopefully they'll get the results. I half way want to cancel everything since I can't do this...

but that's not really me talking. It's various fears and stuff afriad of 1) being chastised by the doctor for not getting it down sooner and 2) worried about what the test results will be.

Since I can't do counter that right now. Instead I counted the "what's the point of working out" voice and looked up Fitness Marshall on Youtube and worked up a sweat, even if I wasn't doing the moves "right" I did them good enough to get my heart rate up.

Good workout, askye! And good work on powering through your fears.

What zenkitty said about the thread napping.

Or Colorado.

Colorado. Definitely!!! I've actually been sleeping a lot better and haven't been resorting to my edibles like I had been.

Today is work, laundry, work, laundry, work, homework, housework, homework. Wheeee?

Tomorrow will be my last day at the horse therapy place. The gal I was the assistant to quit and last week was her last day. They don't have anyone to replace her and, honestly with school, I just don't have the time I used to. So I said I'd stay through the next new volunteer training and then I needed to step away.

I don't want to move! Not yet anyway. I just want to try it! I'll just go visit Suzi and eat some of her unused edibles and buy her lots of pizza. I'll spend a weekend being a loser sleeping on someone else's couch in my underwear and Bogarting their pot. Exciting! I've never done that before! Suzi, you're okay with being conscripted into my pothead loser fantasy, right?

As long as you don't mind the animals! I have a huge comfy couch, tons of movies, Netflix, On Demand...sounds like a party.

I heart animals! I'll bring my own cat hair. You can film me trying pot brownies for the first time in *cough* 30 years. I know someone wishes they had filmed me trying Fernet for the first (and last) time.

And Washington will welcome you too, Zen. I don't live with cats at the moment because the Other Human would rather not. But my fingers are making grabby hands at the thought of new captive cats to pet.

A caveat of not having cats to pet at home is that OH is not allowed to mock when I bring along a relatively cat-sized bear with mohair fur to stroke sometimes when we go out.

I'm wishing everyone with anxiety and other emotional imbalances gentle and efficient help, medical or pharmaceutical. I'm dealing with a lot of crap, too, and I've gone mostly silent here and elsewhere. It's boring crap, it's nobody else's crap to deal with, and I just need to pull up my socks and deal with what I can, let the rest go, and move on. So I'm sorry I've been less of a presence here. I do read and nod and send virtual hugs, though. I hope they help, just a little.

and I just need to pull up my socks and deal with what I can, let the rest go, and move on.

That is the place I seems to reside. snuggles

Wasn't around today because I had to cram as much work as I could into the morning so I could be "free" to go to the dentist in the afternoon. This is my exciting life. So I am home and know I should try and deal with my email, but all my customers will run out the door in 15 minutes and not care that I didn't deal with their issues anyway.

Whoopi Goldberg has a new line of cannabis-infused rubs and soaks (for the body, not for food) that's meant to help with menstrual cramps, and I want it but it's only available in California. How can I get some?

You might try putting up a link and asking if one of your friends in California can hook a girl up? *Waves Hi*

I had a lot to do yesterday. You're not a threadkiller.(I've done a lot of therapy...kind of understand the impulse against all that "David Copperfield crap" myself.)