I AM A GIANT PILE OF UNMOTIVATED POOP AND I WILL DIE ALONE.

- not actually feeling a bad as that makes it sound, but all that is going through my head is all the things I need & want to do and am NOT doing. So there's that going on, and then it's surrounded by a swirl of feelings of invisibility and unattractiveness, with just a dollop of extreme hopelessness and panic.

BUT, I LOVE YOU ALL. so it'll be ok.

I LOVE YOU TOO, nicest unmotivated pile of poop!

DON'T PANIC.

You are loved and awesome & shit will get done eventually & you didn't steal my cc # this weekend, so you're pretty much fucking glittery pink roses!

I finished the third season of Grace & Frankie last night and am looking forward to dying alone together with any of y'all.

We should all totally die alone together. ::nods::

Aw, man. The artist who's drawing the portrait of Kato for Tim for Christmas (which I'll be allowed to share on Facebook -- but not until after he opens it!) sent me a proof, and it made me cry. It's so good. I'm so happy.

And I am HORRIBLE at keeping secrets. I want to show Tim the proof RIGHT NOW. But I have to wait 28 WHOLE DAYS.

I don't wanna go to bed because then I'll have to get up and go to work tomorrow.

Sugared cranberries in Prosecco are yummy and delightful to watch fizz!

D woke up sick on Thanksgiving and is STILL sick. Took off today and will work from home tomorrow. I am, knock wood, unscathed.

Y'all, housetraining Loxie is a challenge. I've been active in housetraining 6 dogs over the years and none of them have been as happily oblivious as this beagle. And she learned sit the first week, so she's a smart little girl. And she goes out all the time! We have a nice backyard! She's out 6x a day, and 2 sessions are 45 mins with fetch and chase unless it's nasty -- but 5 mins in the house and...squat.

One of her nicks is Puddles. And Wiggles, to be fair. She's sweet as cake.