An exciting triple post! Why thank you Chromebook.

I guess I have street cred in Leipzig now.

Now that's impressive.

I wish I had any sort of help to offer, ita. I am hoping real hard that something comes along.

I'm glad your head is getting better, Allyson. Try not to worry about what other people think - I know that's easier said than done but it's still a good idea, since it's hard to even know what other people think and you can't do much about it, really.

I'm scared that people at work will think I'm nuts.

How many people know about it? (And is your workplace gossipy?) But really, fuck them if they think it's weird to get medical treatment for a medical condition. Do they throw eggs at cancer patients? (Oh god, they don't, do they?)

Someone just left a comment on Flickr: "sehr schöne Aufnahme, RESPEKT". I guess I have street cred in Leipzig now.

Okay, Mr. Fancy Pants. (Or, I should say, Mr. Fancy Lederhosen.)

I'm glad that treatment is finished and that you are starting to feel better, Allyson.

ita, I am so sorry to hear about UCLA.

I'm sorry, ita. Being first runner up doesn't pay one damn bill, no matter how nice HR is about it. I hope you get something good soon. Even the paper pushing job will keep the broadband on and might make you some good connections.

Congrats on finishing the ECT, Allyson! I hope things continue to improve for you.

Here's a randomish question for the hivemind. I want to make meditation part of my morning routine (it's something I fit in whenever right now, or more often than not don't manage to fit in). It won't be the absolute first thing I do when I get up, that's just not going to work, and I know I want to get it done before I shower and get dressed because meditating in work clothes does not sound optimal. So the question is: before or after breakfast?

ita, that sucks. May you get something soon.

Allyson, you were brave to go through with it, and I hope things keep getting better!

Tom, that's cool! RESPEKT

-t, I would do it before breakfast, but not if I were hungry enough to be distracted.

It's a pleasantly gloomy day, preparing to rain. I should've gone to the grocery, but dealing with the pharmacy took all my spoons, and I'm not going back out. My throat hurts and I hope it fixes itself so I don't have to go to the doctor.

I told my sister I wouldn't look up methadone withdrawal. What do they know about my history and dosage about? Ooops.

When you say you won't. Don't. Not without medical translation.

ita, I'm very sorry about ucla.