I don't think anyone has proven this conclusively (and of course FB denies it), but probably yes.

I'm going to start telling my phone I like unicorns and see how long it takes for unicorns to show up in the sidebar.

My morning commute was double the usual distance. Because I finally have my home office set-up.

Thumbs-up to home office!

I'm kinda waiting for the next week to start clean.

I keep doing that and...it's been like a month and a half. Not good.

I've lost track of how long it's been since I actually cleaned anything but the sink. I dunno, I'm not depressed, I just have zero fucking motivation to do anything. Except work; I got caught up for the first time in a year and have stayed caught up, and... I don't understand myself.

I totally need a fidget cube.

I really need a fidget something or other.

PTSD has specific clinical criteria, but a person who doesn't meet those criteria can still be dealing with the effects of a traumatic experience, and that's a valid, hard thing. (Hi, I had therapy today.)

Thank you! I always feel bad about thinking I have PTSD, but seriously bad, terrifying things have happened to me, and I've never really processed them. (Yes therapy. Some things I never even told my therapist.)

I'm glad the Lexapro is helping, Connie.

The Lexapro is like finally getting rid of the gigantic eyesore in the room but then finding out how much clutter had collected behind it. Time to get the mental dumpster.

An apt description.

All my sentences start with "I"! I suck.

I'm looking forward to the Iceland trip, but I'm not mentally prepared. It's next week and I want to go, I just wish it was still next month, not next week. I don't know what I'm anxious about. I've travelled internationally before, I've left the cats with this petsitter before, I have the proper clothes and shoes, all my companions are friends, I have enough money, everything is fine. What is my problem?

Cute video of cute kids trying not to react to cute videos. [link]

All my sentences start with "I"!

That one didn't.

I'm going to start telling my phone I like unicorns and see how long it takes for unicorns to show up in the sidebar.

I was explaining fidgets to my mom and had one show up (rainbow-colored Fidget Cube, For Fidgeting with Pride!)as a sponsored add on FB next day.

I totally need a fidget cube.

I really need a fidget something or other.

I bought myself one like this [link] (though I paid about twice as much at the toystore in the mall) as well as a fidget cube, and I really like this one better most of the time.

I'm looking forward to the Iceland trip, but I'm not mentally prepared. It's next week and I want to go, I just wish it was still next month, not next week. I don't know what I'm anxious about. I've travelled internationally before, I've left the cats with this petsitter before, I have the proper clothes and shoes, all my companions are friends, I have enough money, everything is fine. What is my problem?

So much anticipation, for so long, now you're coming down to the wire. If it were me, I'd just start making lists and double- and triple-checking everything. (Disclaimer: I find lists comforting. If you don't, please disregard).

I suck.

Beg to differ, Little Lady.

Timelies all!

I ended up with a three day work week this week. I took Monday off for FKO, and I'm taking off tomorrow for Malice Domestic. Alas, I will have to get up too early this weekend to make the 9 am panels.(I am commuting via Metro)

Change is anxiety-provoking, even good change you are looking forward to.

So today started with IT rebooting the servers without warning (a big NoNo), them not coming up correctly, a frustrating meeting that had both me & boss yelling No! at people, a software install, and an interminable circular meeting with more telling no and tangents. And my period started at the beginning of it all so I felt gross and uncomfortable & my office was too hot & I didn't have 5 seconds to go turn on the ac for hours. And I resent the fuck out of jabber. But slack is even worse.

Also, I just managed to fully read an email mom sent this morning, and amidst other unrelated details,she let me know my uncle with dementia has quit eating and drinking and will likely die within a week. BURY THAT LEDE MOM.

Today can fuck off.

Coworkers: (rising from the general murmuring) "You know, I did not steal the dude's cheese!"

I'm sorry, sarameg. That's a no good very bad day.