Instead of stress eating, I have stress shopped for crafting supplies. And I'm meeting a friend to watch Fantastic Beasts as a distraction (I've already seem it but wanted to get out of the house). I gathered up her meds and food bowl, brought themdownstairs and I couldn't decide what top do with them. Will deal when I get back home I guess. Or tomorrow.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry.
Suzi, I am so sorry.
Suzi, I'm so sorry.
Suzi, I'm so sorry.
{{{Suzi}}}
TCG is off until after the New Year. So, I'm taking the opportunity to rest and relax as much as possible. Yesterday I cleaned out my inbox and made a few charitable donations, and today I'm catching up on my long neglected feedly so that I can start fresh for the new year. I need to sort through some meatspace mail and totally reorganize my books, but that would require actually moving.
Suzi, I'm so sorry.
I'm off to take the girl to the vet. For a bath, largely, but also to ask them about her new thing, which is apparently refusing to go up stairs. It's like she gets up a few steps and then panics. I've wondered about her eyesight in the past but they never found anything wrong. Hoping it's just one of her temporary oddities.
(I actually fell down the stairs a week ago, and nearly landed on her. But this issue had already started before that. It's gotten worse though.)
I feel completely drained today. Glad I'm off work this week. I'm crafting because otherwise I'd be in bed trying to sleep the grief away.
This fucking year.
Condolences and ~ma all around, my dear Buffistas. I hope we all make it to the new post-apocolyptic new year.
My apartment problem turned out to be a clerical error. But, I am so worn down from all the bad things happening to me and the country that I just can't anymore.
I am so upset about all the loss of people famous and un-famous, and innocent that I'm afraid of the news and Facebook now.
I got a bad cough for my birthday and am home sick. I wish I had just taken my birthday off instead.
{{quester}}