We're playing a 90s show tomorrow night. A benefit. Am nervous about playing but I think my outfit is good--overalls, Docs, and a teeny tiny Tupac teeshirt.

I am highly in favor! IME, works great.

Exxxcellent!

Holy crap. Just got an e-mail that one of my co-workers died last night. I was talking with her yesterday and have worked with her since I moved to Colorado five years ago.

So far no explanation of how - just that she "passed away unexpectedly". I'm stunned, shocked, reeling... She is just a bit older than me and has a daughter, about the same K-Bug. I.... Crap. Crap. Crap.

Yay Burrell's sister being a bit better.

Boo kiddos who can't get their shit together to do homework or pass classes. God knows what I'll ever do if I have kids like that--my slacking off was, like, getting a B. I wouldn't have the faintest what to do with them.

And if I WEREN'T doing well with my depression, this last week would have me in a shuddering mess on the floor, and instead of going semi-catatinic, I'm PISSED, applying for jobs, and cutting my hair and doing housework. So fuck her.

Aw. Sorry about the friend Strix. Think she'll come to her senses? 20 years is a lot to throw away.

First project for the brand new head of the business I support, a guy who is very senior and known in this industry. One of my guys forwarded me his reaction: "I think she nailed it."

Kick ass, Brenda!!

Suzi, I am so, so sorry.

Good going, Brenda!

One day Adobe products will make an easy and seamless transfer from one computer to another with no complications, and I will most likely pass out from the shock.

All sympathies, Suzi and workplace.

Suzi, I hope you are okay. It is so shocking to lose a work-friend.

I rode the bus in to work from a presentation in the community this morning, and it's been 20 minutes and I still smell STRONGLY of the terrible perfume someone on the bus was wearing. Any tips on how to de-stinkify myself? I took off my jacket, and I'm at work, so further efforts need to be work-friendly (like, I cannot take a shower, or rub a lemon on myself, or stuff like that.) I mean, I can BARELY STAND myself. HELP.

Flea, where's it clinging to? If it's clinging to your hair, can you wet it?

Suzi, I am so sorry to hear about your co-worker. What a shock.

meara, I don't know. She said (in her text) that "maybe one day we can be close again but I need you to give me a lot of space. I have blocked you on fb because I don't want to see you at all."

I don't follow the logic on one day we can be "close" if she won't communicate with me, and ditches me (via text! have some fucking balls) because I missed two yoga classes she teaches because I was sick. She's free to do what she feels is right for her, but if she can't stick with me through the bad times, when I championed her when everyone else wrote her off, then, well, I will focus my energy on being healthier and maintaining friendships with the people who stick by me when I'm struggling hard. I still care for her, and wish her well -- I am loyal -- but I am still angry and I don't know if I can ever fully trust her again.

But mostly, I am trying to just let it go. I can't control her feelings; I can only work on how I react to things.

(Sorry to dump, but I don't have a therapy appointment for a few weeks, and I'm trying hard to take the high road and not enmesh friends in this, so I'm not talking about it much. The last time she got in a fight with a mutual turned into this years long mess of "if she shows up, i won't show up" and I don't want to do that. Of course, ironically, I was the one who mediated a reconciliation between the two. @@)