Such gauzy romance!

Okay, first I need a bed. But THEN ...

I have come out of whatever sadness was knocking me to my knees earlier in the week. Over the past few months I have been having a problem where I will start crying uncontrollably for no apparent reason. It happens a lot when I'm at work, and also a lot during choir practice before church. This is pretty scary. I've always been a crier, I've always ( Read more... )

I have a lot of crossover in my online communities. It's very hard to write about someone anywhere without someone who knows kir seeing it -- or often, ke kirself seeing it. Which is probably a good thing for me. I'd far rather go to everyone else I know and get sympathy for what so-and-so did than approach so-and-so and say, "That really bothered ( Read more... )

If you are going to lean out your car window and yell at someone walking along the road -- and who doesn't enjoy dabbling in this most wholesome American pasttime? -- you might want to do it at a speed less than 50 mph. Otherwise, you will be up against both engine noise and the Doppler effect (about which Official Bad Latin Object of Lust Sheldon ( Read more... )

Another nifty thing about this job is that we usually get off a few hours early on the day before a holiday weekend. But I carpool with David (who also works at Midwestern J Peterman, kicking ass and taking names up in customer service) and he does not get off for another 3 1/2 hours. I could swipe the car keys from him, go home, and come back, but ( Read more... )

I've gotten to the point where having a depression flare-up is like getting a headache -- sometimes merely annoying, sometimes quite debilitating, but able to be quickly recognized for what it is. Instead of spending weeks or even months flailing around, I can say "Oh, that's why I feel so stressed/tired/angry/hopeless" and then grit my teeth and ( Read more... )