Man, my shoulders are tight, I can't concentrate for more than short burst, I feel like utter shite, frozen in place and yet want to just crawl in bed and pull the covers over my head. Anxiety attack? Probably. My meds are in the other room and just going that distance is insurmountable at the moment.
I don't know if this is from the whole CJ thing, the undefined thing I can't explain, the networking event I'm supposed to go to this evening, residual traveling ick...I guess it doesn't matter.
Ok, slow deep breaths and I'm headed for the Lorazapam.
But I might still be able to have breakfast with you, depending on how early (or late) you can have it.
Late sounds like it might work with Jessica.
I still hope we can at least meet and say hi when you're that close.
It would be a crime not to. At the very least I can graffiti your building, okay?
Ha! I always do this. The cats need some responsibility, frankly
Any time I see a service dog or one with saddle bags or something I point it out. "You see there? That dog has a J.O.B. Think on that."
Timelies all!
We'll be starting on our journey to Toronto this evening.(We'll stay overnight in Pennsylvania) Trying to figure out why I've been so tense lately. I mean, I'm not the one who's a guest at the con. (That'll be in two months)
"You see there? That dog has a J.O.B. Think on that."
I tend to mention that to the pets when a pet-food commercial is on. How they're just sponges who aren't earning their keep, etc.
Steph, could you email me too?
I've been known to tell Charlie not to let Bubba destroy the house while I am gone.
It never seems to work though.
Steph, could you email me too?
You bet! Is your profile email good? (Actually, also -- Suzi, Burrell, are your profile emails good?)
I say bye to the cats when I leave and promise I'll be back soon. If I'm going on a trip, I say bye to the house too and tell it to be safe while I'm gone. When I lived with humans, I'd seek one out and let them know I was leaving, but I've always lived with family or friends. If it were a roommate I wasn't emotionally invested in, I might not. It's the difference between shared lives and living separate lives in the same space, I think.
Yes, Steph, it is. Thanks!
