I'm so tired of crying.

I wish I knew how to stop.

Some day, I think, it'll all be washed out of me.

It's one year later, and I sit here in my new home office, in my new home I guess, for that matter, since a year ago I still lived with my mom and now I live with my boyfriend.  And I look back at old memories, and read about my job and I can't tell if I was lying at the time to make it sound better than it was, or if I was just trying to focus on ( Read more... )

I can't decide what's worse, the sadness you feel when you're lonely and don't have anyone, or the sadness you feel when things aren't going well with the someone you care about or when they make you sad.

But I do know that the happiness is better when you have someone than when you don't, and maybe that matters more.

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What are you supposed to do when your brain just isn't set to work mode? I mean, when that mode has basically fallen off the dial. When there's only like, "inappropriate fun" mode and "duurrrrr" mode left?

I've been having a few days like that. I think I can thank, at least in part, the super fun documents I've been getting to QA. Pressure Truck 101 ( Read more... )

More than a week? Seriously me, more than a week?

I had been doing so well too. I had been writing almost every day, and then I got sick and it affected my brain and laid little virus eggs in the part of my brain that write journal entries, and so no more journal entries were possible.

Okay, here, so I don't feel so bad: the week, in five minutes.

I ( Read more... )

Fairy tales always have the best names. Why have I never heard of Katie Crackernuts before? Katie Crackernuts.

And Hans My Hedgehog. And not only the Goat Girl, but the Goat-Faced Girl. And the Boy Who Wanted to Know What Fear Was.

And in what other kinds of stories do you find people getting their heads transformed into sheep's heads? I desperately ( Read more... )

I may be the most obsessive GM ever. Something like six hours and twenty-five pages later, my character creation guide is complete.

Yeah, scarily obsessive here. My poor players. I have two different kinds of sticky notes in like twelve colours and batches of rainbow-coloured recipe cards and coloured pens and highlighters and oh my god it's going ( Read more... )

And now the boyfriend is sick.

Boyfriend! Have you learned nothing from your girlfriend's long affair with snot?

Apparently not.

Silly boyfriend.

And we're going to get teased endlessly at work.  I have time off, starting today, and the boyfriend is very conveniently sick today.  One coworker even mentioned she suspected he might be off sick until next ( Read more... )

So, a week later, I return.

Only to realize that, oh my god, I don't remember how to do this anymore...

Um... stuff... that happened. And... things?

Okay, why wasn't I around? Off sick work for half a week -- all my sick days are gone now (curse you, crappy immune system!) and I was too busy wallowing in self pity and snot. (Mmmm, snot.)

So I laid in ( Read more... )

Sick again, just in time for the weekend, so I get to work this weekend too. Why don't I actually get time off when I'm sick, like a normal person? And why do I feel guilty when I get sick?

Psychological issues too much to contemplate when sick.

Must go take medication and fall unconcious.

Blearghlegrargh.

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