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.

Is she actually, literally a praying mantis or some other parasite?

Praying mantises aren't parasites! They're full-on sex cannibal predators! (And just the regular variety of cannibal predators, that often gets overlooked. They can quite happily kill and devour another mantis without trying to have sex with it, they don't want you to think they have some kind of compulsion about this.)

I am sorry sarameg.