msbelle, I have so been there. I try to follow Kat's advice when I feel overwhelmed, but only come through for myself some of the time. If you want a sympathetic ear, feel free to call or email me. I wish we lived closer, I would hang with you ALL THE TIME! And our boys would probably get up to no good together, but hey, that's just what happens.

What Burrell said! Every word of it. Well, except the calling part. As much as I love you I don't even like to talk on the phone to my sisters. Ick, phones, ick! Text is cool!

Oh my, 11:30 my time. My bedtime is 10. I need to go to bed, but I need to not face some of this crap tomorrow too. Just a few more minutes.....

I'm sorry about all the stuff, msbelle. My cat was throwing up occasionally and this helped to stop it. [link] It says hairball, but it seems to be good for making the GI track just chill.

I gotta get me some of that; 2/4 cats are hairball machines.

Quick poll: What's worse, stepping in a WARM hairball in bare feet, or a COLD one?

I'm going with warm.

Tomorrow night I'm headed off to spend a week in Myrtle Beach with my aunt and uncle! I haven't had a "vacation" (if you don't count being unemployed) in... well, quite a while.

Thanks for listening to the vent and the support. I did get a lot done last night and I put the cats in the non- carpeted kitchen/ living room this morning. I think a fairly large contributing factor to the funk is feeling like McPhee hates working for me. It has become so much house and therefore dealing with the pet mess. Maybe I can shift back to having her run more of the errands that focus on Mac stuff and that would help. It just piles on the mind space of not bring liked. Stupid brain.

Quick poll: What's worse, stepping in a WARM hairball in bare feet, or a COLD one?

I'm going with warm.

Hmmm. That's a tough one.

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I have now spent way too much time thinking about stepping in hairballs. But I'm leaning towards cold.

One year while we were on vacation, our housesitter learned the hard way -- in the middle of the night -- about wearing footwear in the house at all times, thanks to hairballs. (He's not a cat owner himself, so he had never experienced a hairball, making the moment his bare foot contacted the hairball his very first introduction to them. We had neglected to mention that possibility. Ooops.)

Just got off the phone with a friend who has been having a rough, rough 2014. Her biological mom passed away in January which put her into a deep depression of grief and major anxiety issues. She has become agoraphobic and even the thought of being in a group puts her into a panic attack.

I've been keeping touch and trying to encourage her. She is slowly trying trips outside her house and we had talked about going for a walk Thursday morning. Today, after her son left for school, she called me sobbing about being so alone. My heart breaks and I wish I knew how to better help her. She is just now finding a grief counselor and she has another therapist who prescribes anti-anxiety meds and works with her on various coping techniques.

She is such a vibrant person, very creative and outgoing so to see/hear her go through this - this isn't the person I know. She is so scared of this being the new her.

Where is my fricking magic wand. I just want to make it all better for her.

Oh, msbelle. In my mind, no one has moved from NY, and if that were true, you get an extra back-cracking hug from me.

She is so scared of this being the new her.

I thought I knew that fear. I do not know this fear, not compared to your friend. That's heartbreaking to hear.

Real World: Avengers Tower. Uh, who's the one armed sex hobo? I seem to be canon deficient.

The song's voyeuristic lyrics mostly revolve around a woman's observation of an attractive black man making love to another woman, culminating in the oddly light-hearted but sexual chorus: "Gigantic, gigantic, gigantic / A big, big love".

ita, it's Bucky.