'Serenity'
[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.
My anxiety and depression were already terrible before this, and I just don't know what to do with myself today.
Heh. And the antidepressant I started 1 week ago is giving me an allergic reaction, so I don't even have a working antidepressant to shore up my mental health.
I bought a big bag of Lindt truffles for last night's viewing gathering. (A gathering of 3, so I expected some leftover.) No one touched them. I am self-medicating with chocolate this morning.
Last night, when I went to bed to try (and fail) to sleep, I clung to my cat like a teddybear. He was remarkably forbearing, for a cat. But today he is sacked out in his carrier, snoring, all, "caring for the human is exhausting, man." Hope he's ready to keep on keeping on, though, cause this looks like one long tunnel.
The zoloft definitely hasn't kicked in yet.
Yo, I'm off work if anyone needs to talk.
Thanks, Smonster. I'm currently cleaning my house because my inlaws (who I think are pleased with these election results) are coming over. Bah. Apparently I'm to angry to finish sentences.
I voted after work and then lay down to rest my back and didn't wake up until early in the morning ... I guess I'm grateful to have missed the progress reports.
Be well askye.
The friend who's staying with me and I watched The Crown until 2 am, couldn't stand the few bits I'd seen so far on the news, couldn't stand the waiting. It's so horrifying to wake up (in Calif, still morning) to the news.
It's so horrifying to wake up (in Calif, still morning) to the news.
Yeah. I went to bed still holding out hope, and literally praying. Checked my phone before I got in the shower this morning. Sick to my stomach with every new implication that occurs to me since.
I'm at work. Tired a week bit worried about three drive home but not too much.
There was some talk of the election...the millennials voted for Clinton the others not
A young woman I work with came over to my desk wearing a "veterans for Trump" shirt this morning. I am absolutely flabbergasted that she's pleased the new president is going to be a man who would sooner grab her tits than listen to her speak. Thank God it's California, so at least I can comfort myself that her vote didn't matter.
Just occurred to me, she has a Hispanic last name too. I don't understand people at all.
Thank God for the Bastion of Sanity that is this place and you guys.