I really wish I could get rid of the Mean Girls who live inside my head. Problem is, there are just enough of them out there in the real world, and they are just rotten enough, that it takes a few dozen nice people to bandage every wound they've ever left me with, and that's left me incredibly gunshy of doing anything that might put me in their ( Read more... )

So, you're minding your own business, hanging out with some folks in various online places. You sorta get to know them, and get a general picture of them in your head. You become friends, really, and establish a baseline for that interaction.

And then you finally see a really good picture of one of them.

And she's fucking gorgeousSuddenly, that ( Read more... )

We're nearing the end of negotiations on the house--we should know for certain tomorrow ( Read more... )

The good ( Read more... )

I just sent a short mail to an adoption attorney ( Read more... )

Please stop sending me ads about your fantastic Hawaii deals going on this month. Because I can't take any time off even though I really, really, really would love a mental-health-improving vacation about now.

Yes, I know I was just in Hawaii a few months ago. They've been a fucked-up few months.

Clearing out my china cabinet so we could do the dining room floor has proven to be my downfall. I got to sort through all my Willow and realized that I hadn't really added much to that collection in some time ( Read more... )

The draft (and the research log, and the weekly participation summary) es fini! 12 pages of the damned thing, too. Well, OK, so it was really only about 8, if you shave off the biblio and the weird opening pages that APA style requires. It was about 2100 words total--a little less than half of the final size. However, all that's left for me to do ( Read more... )

It's quite disturbing to suddenly realize that the majority of the people with whom one has recently been associating were born within a year of losing one's virginity.

Technically, had I been an irresponsible teen and gotten pregnant, these people could be my children.

Excuse me, I need my Geritol and a walker...

Have a doc appointment tomorrow, so made it home for that. Sadly, M is not here, as he's still in Portland dealing with the family stuff. Still no real idea of how much memory loss she has. It seems to be coming in fits and starts, at least. Some of that may be sedation, since she's been under that frequently for various tests, including an ( Read more... )