I remember a night in Seattle (I think) when you tested that out.

I'd been sending cards - and confused the poor guy no end at first - but I've slacked off, since things have gotten busy. I'll try to be better.

Seattle F2F, under a leopard not-skin robe. (The only guy I've kissed in 10+ years. I chose well.) Dammit, I'm crying again.

Thank you for the update, Kristin, even though it is very sad news. My heart breaks for you and his family, but I am glad that he has been given such a warm, loving, and peaceful send off.

Damnit, another reason to regret missing the Seattle F2F!

Vortex took pictures. Of the huge leopard-skin robe with two lumps under it. Very titillating.

I had some other stuff to say to people that I forgot to post, so, here.

There's a post I saw on Tumblr that's a drawing of a person picking up and hugging this round squishy creature, and the idea is picturing your anxiety as something outside yourself that you can calm down when it gets all freaked out. I've tried it this week, and it actually helps. (I also tell it "I gotchu, baby girl," but that's optional.)

Steph, that's a lovely idea. I'm gonna try it. This is why I like Tumblr.

Yeah the loud drumming is actually mate-calling. "Bachelor, here! Reeeeeaally good bachelor here, all you hot woodpecker chicks, come check out *this* drumming action!"

Oh, geez. Keep it in yer cloaca, dude!

Then it evolved to giving them names and personalities. ... My therapist talks in terms of the internal parent, child and adult. And I talk to them and work out some understanding. I mean it's so just me but it's what helps, you know?

You are not the only one who does that! I mean, really why not; the conscious ego we think of as "me" is really just part of the whole multifacted human, it exists to, idk, make tools and appreciate sunsets, I guess. Why not have a conscious relationship with our other facets, instead of just an unconscious one?

Laura, that sucks. I'm sorry for your loss.

Fuck cancer.

And that deserved its own post, so ION, no word on my missing Kindle. I did get to see the dog conquer the floor to suitcase, suitcase to bed jump. Usually she just stares at you and then runs away when you try to pick her up. If she really wants up, she'll stop at some point and you can get her. But now she's on the bed next to me all by herself, sleeping on my pajamas.

Fuck you, cancer.