That was the hardest therapy session I've had so far, by leaps and bounds. I feel like I got run over by a garbage truck. I just want to lie on the couch and cry all day. But I have work to do. Fortunately, working from home means you can cry while you work, which I'm quite good at doing.
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.
I'm sorry Teppy, but you're so brave for sticking with it. Is there anything we can do to support you?
I'm halfway through the whole30 today, and all I want to do is eat a pound of mac and cheese and a quart of ice cream and then sleep for a week.
TCG just now informed me that he has an all day conference on Saturday. I'm trying not to cry until I can get ltc down for her nap.
My good friend that runs the library bookstore I volunteer at passed away today. Fuck Cancer!
Oh, so sorry, sj. That sucks, Fuck Cancer, indeed!
{{Teppy}} {{sj}}
How is Mom doing, Epic?
Rusty chainsaw, meet cancer. And FUCK OFF.
If only there was a profit in CURING cancer instead of just "raising awareness" and creating expensive drugs that only "treat" it.
There are so many different kinds of cancer, I don't think there's just one cure.
I know Connie. There is just no incentive, other than a healthy populous, to curing any of them. And all parties concerned have clearly shown that they are most interested in profit.
Why wouldn't there be profit in a cure, at least for the more common types of cancer?