I'd be more reassured if the plane was actually here, but SW does fast turnarounds and I can see my bag out of the Tarmac,so.

ita, as insanely frustrated as my dad is making me, I'm trying not to be like your mom, but I'm definitely on that side of the equation. But there's a lot going on. I'll reserve the bitching for inaction...

Oh hey, PLANE!

I need to rant here more often. I'm so used to quietly carrying my load that I forget I have venues of stress relief

Ah yes. I had a mini-breakdown about my poor cat with my parents the other night, and said some things out loud, and felt approximately 1 million times better afterward. Amazing.

said some things out loud

Shrieking things inside your head should be sufficient, but actually saying the words into the air and the ear of another person is so much different. And harder.

My stress relief revolves around sleep. Lots and lots of sleep. And food.

This is why I'm currently fat again.

I've been eating my feelings for weeks now.

More importantly, should I get a $150 yellow slipcover for my couch? My mother put a bug in my ear about the cat-ruined-state of it.

Yellow is cheery! I say maybe!

I have an astronomically bad headache but not a migraine. Just a tired of everything headache.

I say maybe!

Me too! It's this: [link] Mostly it seems weird because I spent $200 on the sofa in the first place. And what if I get a new cat who is also scratchy! It's not like that's a rare trait.

Hmmm... It does seem pricey for a couch that began cheap. I'd happily send you our cat (no really) but he's an outdoor one and long haired to boot. There is nothing that recommends him, frankly.

I'm just going to wait. There seems to be a decent supply on eBay, and custom ones aren't that much more expensive, so it's not an emergency, even though the sofa has been discontinued for a couple of years.

Shrieking things inside your head should be sufficient, but actually saying the words into the air and the ear of another person is so much different. And harder.

Is this where I admit -- quite shamefully -- that, because of *his side only* of a phone conversation with his dad,* that I thought Tim might propose on or around Christmas, but he didn't, and so I was ridiculously crushed yesterday? Because I was. A lot.

*(The key part of Tim's side of the conversation was "No, I really want Steph to have it." And I assumed he was talking about his mom's wedding ring, because I am self-centered. But what else could it have been? The Christopher Nolan Batman trilogy DVD that he gave me for Christmas? [Which I was thrilled to get, actually.] Because that would just be a weird conversation for him to have with his dad.

But what it comes down to is that I don't want to admit I overheard his conversation and then made assumptions based on that and am now crushed because my assumptions were erroneous. Because I feel silly.)

t edit I'm pretty sure I'm one Kate Hudson away from the plot of a bad movie.

t edit again Saying that here doesn't actually make me feel better, but at least it's not confined just to the inside of my head.