Sending ~ma cousinward
Wash ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'll be writing a paper on photography, and attachment of value/truth to the final product. All this to say: pictures are really, really tricky, and there's a good reason why we "don't look like ourselves".
Because when your picture is taken, the camera steals part of your soul, and what is left doesn't look the same as before the photo was taken?
Huh. I'm fighting off a panic attack.
I'm not posting this to get hugs (actually, they'd probably freak me out, okay?) -- I'm trying to figure out why it's all of a sudden happening. Weird.
Hello, Ativan.
~ma to sj's cousin.
::gives teppy her space::
Sudden panic attacks are of the suck. Hope the Ativan kicks in quickly.
IOmememeN, I have no motivation whatsoever, which y'all may have sussed out by my very presence here. All my work tasks are the kind that I loathe - cold calls, cold calls IN PERSON, and reviews. So here I am! BLECH. I think my meds may need tweaking.
/mememe
Sudden panic attacks are of the suck. Hope the Ativan kicks in quickly.
When I was having them back in October and November, I at least knew *why,* although it didn't make them any less crappy. And, being me, I want to know why this is happening.
New antibiotic? I guess it's not outside the realm of possibility. But it doesn't seem likely.
I want to know why this is happening.
That makes total sense.
Could it be the feeling so crappy physically for the last few days, Tep?
I'm sorry, Teppy. Surprise panic attacks are of the extra special kind of suck.
I'm catching up on the Jon & Kate Plus 8 now.
Teppy, I'm thinking supportive thoughts for you as you puzzle out the source of the anxiety attack.
sj, much safe, progressing birth~ma for your cousin.
smonster, I'm sorry that you have icky cold calling to do. That is totally not fun.
Harvey is curled up in my arms as I type (thank the internet gods for the pouch he's in, or I couldn't type!). He's purring so sweetly and softly, I wish I could pour this purr through the interpipes to make everyone feel relaxed and loved and happy.