Gah, Consuela, that sounds a lot like Tim's dad (though to a more extreme degree). He's in a perpetual state of "not feeling well." Tim talks to him at least twice a week, and every time, literally every single time, his dad says he's "not feeling well." And so Tim goes through a litany of physical ailments, and it's nothing physical, other than "feeling tired and run-down." He's depressed, he lives alone in the big house he shared with his wife, he still misses her, he doesn't get any exercise, he doesn't have enough interaction with people. And there is some dementia going on, too. It's mostly short-term memory stuff, which *can* be a symptom of depression, but it's very likely early stages of dementia.

Anyway, it's very frustrating, because he doesn't want to see a doctor, doesn't want to take anti-depressants (which he might not need; talking to a counsellor would do him a world of good, IMO), doesn't want to move to somewhere where he would be around more people.

So I understand your frustration.

Yesterday was such a frustrating mess that today I decided to not try and do parts of my job since I am the only one here to get phones and am covering a few job aspects of the plant manager while he is in training.

It is going much smoother. I even got a few papers off my desk.

Oh, man, Consuela. I'm not even sure how I'd react to that. I don't want to know.

I was on the way out the door with my new Night Vale mug when I realised--I don't buy shirts with 'ships on them. Why do I have a Carlos and Cecil shirt, then?

Maybe...maybe I didn't buy it? So I checked the packing slip and it's a gift from my sister. Doesn't say much for my faculties that it took me 12 hours to work that out. And she did kinda hint at it...I do kinda suck. Let me go thank her.

In my meagre defense I feel hella grotty this morning. My headache feels like a pincer that's forcing my vision out of focus, I'm hungry and nauseous and just finished my last anti-emetic pill (dropped and almost lost it in my kitchen) and really wanted a sick day.

Thank doG the insomnia fairy decided to take a break last night. Three bad nights in a row were bad enough; I was starting to lose my shit.

I love this gawker article about men's fashion rules. There are some adamant fucks commenting on it (oh, surprise), but I agree with most of them that the main thesis is flawed--the men in the picture aren't wearing sport coats, so HamNo has not illustrated his point. Also their shoes are wrong too.

BUT, and this is a big surprise to me--more than one person states strongly that men shouldn't wear black shoes (or belt) with blue jeans. I had never even heard of that. Is that supposed to extend to extremely rule-following women as well?

Oh god, Consuela, This is the kind of taking-care-of-your-parents shit no one needs.

more than one person states strongly that men shouldn't wear black shoes (or belt) with blue jeans. I had never even heard of that. Is that supposed to extend to extremely rule-following women as well?

I hope not, as I have black shoes and sneakers, and I'm not gonna wear sneakers with my jeans all the time.

That's news to me, ita. The only rule I have with blue jeans is, don't wear a shirt of the same color.

I have no rules whatsoever for blue jeans. Except not taking them off in public.

The only rule I have with blue jeans is, don't wear a shirt of the same color.

As in denim, or the same shade in any fabric?