Meetup has suggested I join a group called Creative Soapmaking and Cocktails. Honestly. The soap would totally ruin the cocktail. And vice versa, I'm sure.
Fight Club?
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Meetup has suggested I join a group called Creative Soapmaking and Cocktails. Honestly. The soap would totally ruin the cocktail. And vice versa, I'm sure.
Fight Club?
OMG!
Now to find out if I can make extended use of computer without pain.
I hope so, Typo Boy.
I'm still ridiculously stressed about the job situation. I'm kicking myself for not getting an IT or engineering degree. (As if people in those fields don't lose their jobs...I *get* that I'm being irrational.)
Tim is fantastic, though, and told me that if we need to get courthouse-married before our planned wedding date so that he can put me on his health insurance, we can totally do that. (Pretty sure we don't have enough employees for COBRA to apply to us.)
So I realize I'm ridiculously lucky in a lot of ways, but I'm still a giant seething ball of stress and knife-y stomach pain right now.
Sorry you are so stressed out right now, Teppy.
So very glad I live alone. Just fielded a call from a young gal whose roomate had stolen her panties. And she's pretty sure he's a registered sex offender but didn't tell her before she moved in...
ew.
ew.
ew.
Poor woman. Ick.
Steph, I hear you on the job freakout thing. And it's hard since you don't really know anything yet, so you don't know how seriously to start looking. Also, awwww Tim.
erin, that is entirely made of ew. And scary!
So, just in case you haven't read Depression Part 2 on Hyperbole and Half, here's a link: [link]
I'm somewhere between "my fish are dead" and "i hate everything." I had a long talk with my mentor about job stuff, and it's just all so fucking complicated and I hate it. And if my friend from HS doesn't stop encouraging me to start my own company I will kill him with my brain from here.
Remember the $25 gift card I was going to splurge with? I used it to buy groceries because I used my grocery money to buy food and an iced tea at the festival that I went to because it was free and I hoped it would improve my mood but instead vacillated between numb and hatred, as I mentioned.
I did discover a new to me band, Alexis and the Samurai (she was on The Voice, if she seems familiar). Here's a video of them at SXSW - [link]
oh smonster, that's such a hard space to be in. Many hugs to you.
smonster, I hate that you are suffering depression.
I feel as though I have gone past depression. My mood at any given time is generally ok. But I live in despair because I have to face that I will never have the things in life that I once lived in hope for. The times in the past that I didn't end it all were because things were going to get better and I was going to get this great life that would be worth living. Except now I know I won't have what I want. I have cats who are so loving to me that I do not want to let them down. I want to stick around for them. And I sometimes feel glad that they are older now because it won't be long before I can let go.