That's good to know.
quester, sending much~ma for your niece. How scary!
Ended up eating ~2/3 of the duck, but it was a small duck, really, and I went for my run. A short one, but I made the mileage my training plan requires and evaded zombies and even kept my heart rate in the arbitrary zones I set, so, successful on several fronts. And broke in my new shoes, which are a tiny bit tight in the toe but I expect stretching, and I am loving the lightweight breathable uppers.
Now for wine and Project Runway. Maybe the apple tarts will wait until the weekend.
Lee, they like to hang out on my parents' front porch furniture. They're tiny,hungry dinosaurs. STG, they're plotting something. What, no idea. Meepmeep is a mockery.
I made gluten free cupcakes for K-Bug's classmates. Pretty tasty if I do say so. Gave some to my hair dresser too.
Really not thrilled with having a bald spot. It is almost the diameter of a penny. Two more weeks of stress.
I saw a road runner run across the road earlier and it didn't go meep meep. I feel lied to
I'd feel lied to if it didn't run through a tunnel painted on rock.
I don't know what I deserve, but I think I deserve a little better than this, and I know y'all do.
You deserve more than a little better, Ginger.
I know it doesn't work this way, but when I find myself exploding on the shoulder of near-strangers (they have ONE job to do--why is biology so complicated and fragile), and people I barely know (thanks,J! are going out of their way to make things plausibe--I gave up things already. I gave up on falling in love. I gave up on being a big brain. I gave up on children...was that it? Was I too selfish? I would kill to be taken care of right now, of knowing I could explode and someone would stop me from scattering the pieces, but how can I not feel that ship is sailing faster and faster away? ANd I'm left with no autonomy, weak will, and n ot enough to get by on my own.
I would give back half the larks I had in uni. They just make me feel more miserable now, i stead of warming the cockles of my heart.
And forward just looks dark and echoey almost silent, because even my best shits, when I turn me uo to 120% and pretend life isn't miserable, it's not enough to sell a stranger.
Not nice enough, not good enough, not in enough, not bright enough, not enough.
WE'll see how long that stays up.
I'm sorry it's all so hard, ita. Hope something breaks for you soon.
ita, a friend of mine just got in to see Andy Charles -- do you know this guy? He's pretty excited about new therapies that will come out in a year or so, says like three pharma companies are racing to bring it to market.
