Hmmmm. Maybe I'll put off cable cutting until HGTV gets more stream-y or I move. (No actual plans on the latter, yet.)
Natter 74: Ready or Not
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.
stress ball, stress ball, little ball of nerves
stressing out, freaking out, fuck fuck fuck
Zen, I tried to remake your non-rhyming couplet into a haiku, but it did not work.
I got a brain-shaped stress ball at my last training thingy. I like squishing it on top of my head pretending that I can absorb its braininess.
Anxiety cheer!!
I got a brain-shaped stress ball at my last training thingy.
I feel like I see those everywhere. Maybe I'm subconsciously looking for them.
Little ball of nerves
Stressing out, freaking out, fuck
why is the rum gone
I want to hit a Like button.
I kind of regret that most booze tastes like ass to me.
Don't worry Zen, we've all been there. Take some deep breaths. Then you're going to need to go to some hardware stores and buy a large tarp, some concrete blocks, and some rope. Buy all the items individually at different stores and pay cash.
Then you're going to need to find a large body of water, preferably deep. Just scout out the location for now, you'll need to wait until dark (best around 1-3 am) before taking care of it.
I called and spoke to a person about a personal trainer. I hate calling people I do not know, so I should be off for the rest of the day AND/OR should get ice cream with no caloric consequences.
MAKE IT SO!
I'm sorry, Zen. I wish there was something I could do to help.
I'm basically ready to step away from all media--social included--for the next few days. I already have 9/11 fatigue, and I don't need to see it replayed ad nauseum. I lived it; I sure as hell don't need people who were nowhere near it being all "Rah Rah 'Murica, those damn dirty Muslims," and posting the same pictures of NY and DC.
I understand the idea of shared trauma, and this event was a national tragedy, but the not-so-nice part of me is screaming inside, "You weren't there and you have no fucking clue." If I say this anywhere else but here, I will be flayed for it. So you are the lucky ones...