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I think your problem with water is stupid and it leaves me feeling like crap. No, I wasn't angry last night, I was sad. And I'm still sad. So us being depressed this morning, isn't really a surprise.

Dollars to donuts says that's where your LARPers went too, post game. Because all games MUST be finished with waffles/pancakes, regardless of hour.

Owww. No breakage, I hope.

Hand or foot? Not that it really makes much difference, because that's gonna hurt either way.

Here here.


Our brain uses patterns for storing information.
This, unfortunately, causes our brain to have issues changing certain patterns.


Is it possible for you to enjoy the hands without the romantic connection?

Yup. How can they be sure that a "higher state of consciousness" even exists?

Also note the paradox that "you can't know a objective truth" asserts knowledge of an objective truth.

Not so much angry as tired.

I'm tired of trying and running into a wall. Tearing down that wall and finding another. I'm tired of the people I though were close to me putting more walls up beyond the one I'm tearing down.

I'm just about ready to call it quits on human interaction outside of professional spheres, and only limited within that.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to just let the walls stay up and keep myself insulated within them. Then I remember that the one person who saw me behind all of my walls in the first place is only hurt by my retreat and that hurts me all the more.
I wish that crying didn't make me feel weak and worthless, that I could cry and let it out, but crying just makes it worse.

I have a man who for some unfathomable reason still loves me. I have a job I enjoy, even if some days the shear idiocy and callousness of men and women who profess to be doctors and doctors in training makes me question the entire system I work so hard to keep running.

I just want to go to sleep for a little while and not wake up worrying that everything has collapsed, that I can take that nap and know that I at least have one co-worker who can cover my job to my satisfaction, that my taking a day or two off would not result in unnecessary suffering.

Then I go out to the garage to check on my pets only to find that 3 of my cages have been knocked over, Mephistopheles is gone, but at least alive for now and I know he can take care of himself. There is no sign of Lucy, the rat cage was intact other then all of their bedding having been torn out. I hate to think what happened to her, she's been sick and wouldn't have been able to fight back if a predator got a hold of her. There is no blood, no sign at all.

We've also acquired my brother-in-laws 2 cats who have been locked in the basement for over a year since my sister-in-law got pregnant. Amber, who has always been aloof and skittish, has been begging for any attention she can get, even sitting on the couch with us. An poor Gizmo (his name is being changed) was an outgoing friendly cat, even if he didn't like to be held, has been hiding under the couch, only venturing out to grab a few hasty bits of food before retreating again. I have my work cut out for me, and I still haven't found a home for my parents cat with food allergies. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up taking her in too, since they can't be bothered to buy food she can eat, or take her to a vet when she has a flair up.

I need to stop trying to save all of them, and just concentrate on the few I can actually help.

Getting sick of people's ridiculous father...how do you expect someone to find a job when you take the car away because they don't have one yet?? THEY CAN"T DRIVE ANYWHERE TO FIND A JOB THAT WAY!!! Your son is already working his a** off trying to get into the school he wants to go to, which you are already highly dissapproving of, and you're adding this all on top of it! REMEMBER THE STRESS AND ANXIETY ISSUES??? Yeah, you're only making them ******** worse. And now it's rubbing off on to other people. Way to ******** go. Why don't you pay more attention to the mental well being of your child instead of being so goddamned unreasonable, you unemotional, close-minded, favoritist b*****d.

And you my darling. I love you dearly but honestly, you need to stop stressing. Please, it's starting to get to me, a whole hell of a lot more than I let you realize. It hurts, having to bear the anxiety that you have. I know that life is hard, and it can be almost unbearable sometimes, but you gotta learn to pick yourself up, brush off and get things done. That way your parents won't hound on you, and you'll be a lot less stressed. Please please please figure this out soon.

Just a good girl? My goodness, you are an evironmental saint! I don't know how you do it.