Oh Anne, I'm so sorry. That's a particular hell that's so hard to move out of. Someday it will be a memory. I promise.
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.
{{Anne}} That is a very sucky headspace to be in. I hope it clears quickly for you.
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{{Anne}} I'm so sorry. The job wearing you down, I hate that, and I really hate the way it slips over the bounds of the job and infects the rest of your life. I hope things get better soon.
Oh Anne, that suck. I hate that feeling.
But YAY for the GlamBaby, and for PC's car issue working out. I still have a dent in my passenger side door because I didn't realize it happened until forever later...since I never go on that side, I have no idea when it happened!
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I really need to find something better for my ankle. I can't keep having nights like this.
I'm pretty sure this means no rollerblading in Maine. Maine is the best place for rollerblading -- the neighborhood where we stay has almost no traffic, and the streets were only paved recently and are still really smooth. Put on wheels, and I can go zoom.
I think my shoulder is almost better enough for me to try trapeze again, though. So I can fly, even if I can't go zoom. Maybe. I'll try kayaking first, and if my shoulder survives that, then I'll try trapeze.
Oh Anne. You have all my sympathy.
Yay GlamBaby!
Packing for NYC. Oh God, packing. The weather is supposed to be in the 80s with thunderstorms. Do not want.
I just somehow managed to hiccup while inhaling and nearly choked. That was an interesting feeling. I don't recommend it.
I am filled with GlamBaby glee!
That's great news, GC. I'm a big fan of healthy ultrasounds.