Argh the argh argh argh!

Tonight: stressmonkey mode as weekend starts, complete with neck so tense it cracks and sounds brittle. Figment and pizza came over, and put me in the hot tub.

Hot tubs have chlorine. Chlorine not good for certain things. Pretty star necklaces came off. Depressive episodes followed.

*facepalm* What do I have to do to get a fucking clue here?

Bonded

I'm not used to being alone in my head anymore. I'm not used to living with doubt. I live with fear, but not with doubt. In random passing, I told my first bondmate what my worst fear is. He did not comment, it being only a passing reference, but perhaps it'll serve to warn him off trying anything stupid.

I think things are good -- he tells me, now, beforehand, when he's going to be out, because I've let him know I appreciate it.

Now to let him know how very much it would mean to me to see him for my birthday.

Love letters...

It's my ambition to write such delightful documents of sober and subtle romance that generations to come will thrill at the whispers of nuance in every word.

Instead, I have a nearly one-sided e-mail exchange with a cantankerous best friend, the sort of best friend who scowls and glowers and forgets where the "reply" button is located and doesn't often call back.

I think I'll live.

Romance is yet alive in my soul, despite the fact that my best friend is stiff and uncomfortable with expressions of tender emotion from me, and further despite the fact that he shares his e-mail address with his parents.

Morning, or something like it...

I joined bipolypagangeek a while ago, and just now introduced myself.

Last night had things of much weirdness.

Darkside really is a sweetheart, and I should not be as paranoid as I am.

I need to check my p-mail, put new liners in all the applicable trash cans, finish writing up my shopping list, grab my cellphone, and skedaddle. Oh, and refuel Siete, because she's down to about a quarter of a tank after all the airport adventures.

Pain & other prosaic things

Today's my day off; tomorrow is an extra shift I'm taking at work just because. Wednesday is another day off, but there's so much stuff going on, I shan't be able to get anything done.

elance and wibbble will probably think I'm working myself into the ground again.

Now that my ear's feeling better, my neck has started to go wonky from bad sleeping positions and a bad computer desk. I need something hot to put on it.

Tomorrow, I get to pick out my ticket for heading off to see Grandma.

I went grocery shopping; as well as carrots, I now have a small fire extinguisher for the apartment, which makes me feel ever so much better about myself and about life.

I'm going to head out again -- I'll be available via cellphone should anyone need me. Ro, I need to send you the number.