My sympathies, good people.
I keep bringing myself to the brink of tears over the abstract idea of a living room that is not lived in but kept nice for visitors. I don't know what that's about but it is apparently very upsetting.
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.
My sympathies, good people.
I keep bringing myself to the brink of tears over the abstract idea of a living room that is not lived in but kept nice for visitors. I don't know what that's about but it is apparently very upsetting.
I am wishing only good brains for all of you guys!! None of that sounds ideal.
Aaaaaa Twitter is down how else am I supposed to avoid everything?
Sorry about the Twitter. I rarely go there, but was considering going in to provoke Trump since apparently he can't block people anymore, or so I understand. Maybe it broke from the increased traffic of people celebrating not being blockable?
Gudanov, I really fear that there is NOTHING you can do that would be good enough for your wife, given her emotional problems. If you have high standards for everyone else around you, it's necessary to pitch in -- instead she gets to stew in her anxiety, and lash out instead of taking responsibility for things she wants to see Done Right but won't lift a finger to do herself.
You are enabling her in this behavior.
Oh, God, I hate Skype chat at work. A coworker just texted me "Hello, Tom", and now is taking five minutes to compose his actual question. Just have your question ready BEFORE you text me, Jeez!
My former manager was the worst. You'd just see the note that said she was typing forever and ever. And then it would stop. And then it would start again.
My coworkers refuse to log into the work instant messenger and instead yell or call for EVERY. SINGLE. QUESTION.
Ugh, that is the worst, msbelle. Stabbing them seems the only solution.
Timelies all!
I've found that I've been more snappish lately than I used to be. How much of that is anxiety, how much is perimenopause and how much is Mr. S, I don't know.