omnis gives very good, specific advice. And the pen this is good.

That mystery wine rack that Overstock gave me last night was claimed. Neighbor. Bye, pretty bamboo wine rack, enjoy your new home. No new rack for me.

This has been the most fraught day I've had in quite some time.

The boarder/bite saga now includes a report to Animal Control, which has completely freaked out the poor owners. And, which comes suspiciously after we refused to be shaken down.

I'm sort of hoping they come to us for a statement, but given my previous experience with them, their visit will be a mere formality.

A couple more issues jumped up today and then I discovered that my beloved Niki has been in hospital all week from a Coumadin overdose brought on by improper diet.

I spoke with her in the rehab today, and she's doing okay, but UGH.

Coumadin is scary, bonny. I was on it for a while. ~ma to Niki.

Thanks, Zen. It is no joke, for sure. She said the pain was worse than she's ever felt. This, from the woman who just had her sternum sawed open less than 3 months ago.

Yikes.

I'm just frazzled from carrying anxiety for roughly a dozen people over the last two days.

I've got the power, but the cost to my system is high.

I'm sure I can do a lot of these listings, but some of the requirements are intimidating. I am neither a college nor a high school graduate. I got my GED, but I never got my transcripts, so I don't really have proof anywhere. This has been a deep and abiding source of shame and embarrassment for me for pretty much my entire adult life. I always felt like theatre was the one place that really didn't care about all that (and even then, I get quite red faced when everybody else talks about their typically graduate level educations).

Like, just typing all that out, even though I'm pretty sure many if not most here already know it, and I need to go for a walk to shake it off and have a bit of a cry.

It's okay. I rode the short bus, Sean.

Aw Sean. I'm sorry this is so rough on you.

I think I'm only just now realizing that one of the things working in theater was doing was somehow validating that I wasn't just a complete fuck up in life, and that I could maybe make something of myself.

And now, if that's no longer working, it's very difficult to not read something into that.

Revelations just dawning on me right now.

I skipped my senior year of high school and so have no diploma. I have never been asked for one. A GED is a high school diploma. You can say with perfect honesty that you're a high school graduate, and no one will ever ask you for the piece of paper. What you do have is references from all the theater jobs you have done very well indeed, and all employers really want is some assurance that you know how to show up and work.