Allyson, we're here for you, and I'm glad to hear that your mom is there for you, too. Also, you are an awesome and clever and creative person.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
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.
I woke up thinking I'd copied the config file to the wrong server.
Which of course I didn't, because we wouldn't have gotten things running late last night. Also, I checked that fucker out of paranoia some ridiculous number of times. Chill out, brain.
Allyson, you're truly one of my heroes. My amateur guess is that your brain is presently undergoing a process not unlike 'climate change' that brings weird swings of feeling until it settles down into a new normal that will be warmer and more tropical.
Um, metaphor may have gotten away from me there. When I first went on Paxil I was joking about "science experiments WITH MY BRAIN!" to keep it from being too terrifying. And that was mild steps (I could stop taking the pills any time I wanted) to what you're going through.
Hugs or pats or smiles and waves from a few feet away, whatever would be reassuring but not too much, Allyson. :) You can do it! The middle of any process usually seems like the worst, I'd think.
I slept 11 hours last night, and then my alarm went off this morning and woke me from a sound sleep, from a dream about playing some sort of boad/word game with friends (who were not people I really know) and some random dude who was in our booth with friends of his (??) who left but he wanted to play the game. And just before that a dream about some sort of race that some guy I knew/was dating (??) was supposed to run in, but we'd forgotten to plug in a phone, so nobody called to say "where are you" and he was very mad he woke up only a few minutes before the race. Or something. Dreams are weird.
Random: I'm thoroughly enjoying all the Richard III updates.
My Wednesday morning therapy appt. tends to be more productive than my afternoon sessions because my brain is in a different state, but oh, God, I'm just fucking drained the rest of the day.
I have so much anger inside of me that can't let out--I'm afraid to let it out.
Happy Birthday, Lee!
still think Richard should be buried in York.
Happy birthday, Lee! With cake!
Birthday Happies, Lee!