Teppy, is there a desk or table you can sit under for twenty minutes and have a good old sulk? Set a timer, crawl under some furniture, and wallow like you just don't care. I figure rolling around in the mess will process it better than trying to fight it off. The brain demons will get bored and go off to find someone more entertaining to torment.

ION, I have tried Nutella for the first time. OMG. How is that stuff legal?

WEBASSIGN, CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S A WOMAN IN LOVE TRYING TO MAKE AN HONEST MAN OF A GUY NAMED TIM? WHY YOU GOTTA DO HER LIKE THIS?

It's okay, Steph. I stood in the work parking lot today looking between the nearby stairs and the faraway elevator and just cried as people walked past me. I trust that they are not people who work for my company, BUT HEY. Sometimes you gotta just unpent.

Now I have paper towels in my pocket for the pretty inevitable next explosion, since they are better than implosions.

Maybe I'll stop for tissues (and eyedrops) on the way home.

(I'm so glad you spoiled in the lede--I was trufax anxious--you are clearly a good person to call someone and tell them that their loved one is okay now after an accident)

(There's probably a clear line past which you can no longer elope, and some people pass that when they announce the engagement, but there sure must be points were it feels really enticing...)

Tep, you're having a bad day, but you're awesome.

I'm so fucking over this shit. SO OVER. I just want the wedding to be done. I want to be married; I want to be Tim's wife (although I am genuinely AMAZED he's willing to marry someone so patently stupid and emotionally unstable), but I am SO OVER this wedding bullshit. OVER. IT.

You're marrying a guy who blows the leaf mess with a furnace blower, and does millions of other charming and ridiculous things. I'm sure he's AMAZED you're willing to marry a ridiculous man who keeps ALL THE THINGS and blows leafs with the furnace blower.

Teppy, I believe it is now winethirty in your lovely city and that you should avail yourself of such remedy.

Well, I'm willing to believe North Korea is a worse place than the US to be an illegal immigrant. It's also a worse place than the US to be almost anyone else, though, so I'm not sure what that comparison is worth.

Uh....and also? Aren't we supposed to be BETTER AT THINGS than North Korea? Does that FB "friend" of yours aspire to be like North Korea? [edited to make clear that my response is actually not to Jessica, but to Windsparrow.]

Steph, the wedding will be over SO SOON. Ativan as needed, I say. And then! The marriage!

What was that woman's original point, anyway? That the US should treat people the way N. Korea does? Sounds like she lost the argument all by herself.

ita, I would have carried you to the elevator.

TEPPY'N'TIM 4EVAH

WS, I can only wonder at an apparently right-wing FBer who sees Communist North Korea as a role model.

Tep: The marriage matters. The wedding, less so. Also, you are a superstar. Any business would be lucky to hire you. There is no need for fear.

Hee. Everything is WebAssign's fault. (Or Webassing, as one student spelled it.)

I just completed the stupid health profile that the university is now requiring to avoid paying an extra $100 a month on health insurance. It asked me to "commit to" managing my weight, getting more cardiovascular exercise, and managing my blood pressure. It also informs me that I am at risk for respiratory disease and colon cancer.

It asked me to "commit to" managing my weight, getting more cardiovascular exercise, and managing my blood pressure

Those are fun.

I am managing my blood pressure. My prescriptions, let me show you.

(There's probably a clear line past which you can no longer elope, and some people pass that when they announce the engagement, but there sure must be points were it feels really enticing...)

Jesus H. Christ, last week I was ready to cancel it all and elope.