I didn't sleep well either. I kept feeling the need to check in here every time I woke up.
'Not Fade Away'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Stuck at home due to ice this morning - buses not running and I hate driving on icy roads. But I've got to get to campus this afternoon, because I'm interviewing for a PhD program at 4. I was up until 1. I just couldn't go to bed until I was so tired my body would fall asleep without any coaxing. I was awake at 6, and again at 7:30, and then for real at 8:30.
I guess it's a good thing that the world literally keeps turning, but it does seem like normal life activity should take a break for a while. At the same time, I suppose it's useful to have things that need to get done.
I know I was super grateful to have a bunch of recordkeeping work yesterday that kept my mind occupied with repetitive tasks without requiring me to speak to anyone in person.
I just didn't do any work yesterday, but I need to get some shit done today for sure.
Working at home again today too. I did all my essential work crisis solving stuff first then came here to catch up on the overnight posting. And now am dehydrated from the crying again.
Love to all. May the universe give us a break in other areas of our lives for a while to give us time to heal.
Good luck on the interview.
I was also among the sleepless. I'm eating second breakfast after my first breakfast at 5.
Much love to all of you. I still feel foggy. Everything has shifted, just slightly, so nothing is in its right place. Except here.
Good luck with the interview, Kiba. And in getting to it.
I had scrambled eggs for breakfast, which I want to mention just so I can use itafont.
MFNlaw, {{{BF and family}}}
I keep thinking about that horrible pseudicide and all the Buffistas (myself included) who never doubted his reality until the moment we tried Googling for death notices. Some folks rolled their eyes and pointed out that he'd always been really just too improbably perfect all along, and how could we possibly not have twigged to it? And someone else pointed out, quite sensibly, that ita is even more improbable and yet there she is, implacably real, so how on earth are we to judge anyone else's probability in a universe that contains ita?
Yesterday I was in training for most of the day, which was good because I didn't have to use my brain, but bad because it was in a part of the building with no reception, and I kept wanting to check my phone.
I was lucky, I guess, that this happened around the time that I have two back-to-back therapy sessions. I was able to get a good amount of cathartic crying done there, instead of wanting to do it at work.