Ugh, root canal. I say Crash. Cookies can wait!

Cookies will always be there for you, Consuela.

I'd be much worse off without Buffistas. This is the place I can talk about stuff and I know someone will listen and understand. I don't really have that anywhere else.

That sounds mean, I guess. I do have my sister and my BFF, but they have their own sh!t going on. It's not always easy to get my sis to listen. And G has so much to deal with in her life, I don't always want to demand more of her emotional energy to deal with my moods. Her life is so much harder than mine, I feel petty complaining to her.

I'd be much worse off without Buffistas. This is the place I can talk about stuff and I know someone will listen and understand. I don't really have that anywhere else.

I feel the same way. I'm so fucking lucky to have my Buffistas.

Because of certain talk on this board, I had a big takeout scarf of Indian last night. The butter chicken was okay, but the beef Madras was really spicy. I think channa masala is my favourite Indian dish. And naan.

Steph, you would have loved the butter chicken because they filled that container with sauce.

And it was also my supper tonight.

put clothes out to dry
figure out plan for backroom furniture
address 3 things to mail
lunch
finish dusting
fill 2 bags of things to toss in some way (STARTED)
set up sewing
do some sewing
steam dress for tomorrow (DRESS CHOSEN & SET OUT)
look for a birthday card in stash
menu plan for next week
cook something using something from pantry

not on list that I did - put together IKEA furniture as part of new backroom furniture layout.

I am also having Indian food tonight because of Buffistas. And I am a hypochondriac who is beginning to think I have ADD, too. And man, was I inattentive in kindergarten and first grade, but somehow I snapped out of it and got good at school? But I feel like I am falling apart as a 40 something. Like, if I had kids or a relationship or anything, I could not do it. I just whirlwind cleaned my house for a rental inspection, and I somehow thought I would not be doing that any longer when I was a real grown up.

Zen, there was something on Tumblr about language to use for a chronic illness to get doctors to take you seriously, and I believe the magic phrase was something like "It's affecting my ability to work/concentrate/enjoy my life/interact with my family", or whatever.

Yeah -- "The pain is affecting my ability to do my job" is usually what works for me, when I need it.

I ate a normal amount at the 50th anniversary party cookout I was just at.... and then I could not stop shoving cookies in my piehole. WTF.

I ended up napping for an hour and then making cookies, while listening to my new favorite podcast: Science versus.... This episode was on Science versus Organic food, which was great. The premise is that this highly-cheerful Australian woman investigates the actual science behind various issues, like gun control, fracking, and organic food.

Turns out there isn't a ton of science supporting the individual health benefits of organic food. Which justifies me in my reluctance to spend $2.49 for a bunch of kale that costs under a dollar for the regular version.

And now I have a pile of peanut butter cookies, oh no.

Turns out there isn't a ton of science supporting the individual health benefits of organic food. Which justifies me in my reluctance to spend $2.49 for a bunch of kale that costs under a dollar for the regular version.

Yeah, there are some things where I try to buy organic, but that's a lot more for the environmental impact than the health impact. And I really do need to do more research on that, too, because I know that I haven't read enough about it to actually justify the way I buy stuff.