Onerousness completed, after way too much faffing about: I actually have a doctor on this side of the Bay. (Of the one I had on the other side, the less said the better.) Next step, later this week: Get said doctor to refer me to a therapist. I don't know whether the time change shook something loose, or I just subconsciously decided it was time; I've known I needed to be in therapy at least since my heart attack in 2018, but the "behavioural psych" that Kaiser assigned me afterward to make sure I was taking my meds was ... not a great fit, and we only got two or three visits in before it fell apart.
If anyone has some therapist~ma lying around, I could use the boost. Thanks very much.
I'm legitimately shocked that my Dad outlived Dick Cheney, since they're the same age and my Dad has all the diseases. (Honestly I had forgotten that Dick Cheney wasn't already dead.) RIP, you fucking war criminal.
RIP, you fucking war criminal.
I like to think it was the exit polling from the NYC mayoral race that did it.
May it begins a spate of evil mother motherfuckers shuffling off.
I should write greeting cards.
He had dropped further down on my list of deplorables that needed to shuffle off the mortal coil, but I certainly applaud the notion that this is the start of a trend.
That's a nice thought, Jess!
I am quite pleased my dad has outlived Cheney. It's easy to forget how terrible he was with so many terrible people in the spotlight these days, but he really was awful and engineered much of today's awfulness.
No! No peace for you, nor your awful fucking daughter the Election Liability--I hope they all drag chains like Jacob Marley.(If only that's what it meant when people said "Wow, Christmas comes earlier every year," Maybe I could too.
Good luck finding a therapist, Karl. Sometimes it takes a few tries--please don't give up..
Yes to the dragging of chains they forged in life! Ooh, maybe he can show up as a warning to someone in a few weeks, that would be nice
