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[clevermanka]

The words for today are tense and unhappy.

I'm pretty laissez faire when it comes to life. What happens happens. You learn to roll with it and enjoy what you've got or be miserable and die young from hypertension. But lately, stressors are building up. I spent last night in a general state of agitation that left me with a bad neckache and sore jaw.

Just now I caught myself grinding my teeth again. Still. Whatever. Great, doing it again already. Dammit.

I'm sick to tears of being cold. I'm sick of all the current bullshit, but the weather is most certainly not helping. I'm falling back into old, unhealthy habits and defense mechanisms--ones I'm familiar with that don't take a lot of effort, but aren't particularly helpful in the long run.

Grinding again. And freezing.

Please, no sunshine-y words of comfort. I will not appreciate pettings and most likely you'll get your hand snapped at for your efforts.

This too shall pass. I just need to continue to remind myself: One way or another, this too shall pass.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_luaineach/]

'm falling back into old, unhealthy habits

Fuck, I hate this. Because even while *doing* it, I am able think "great, now I have to deal with *these* issues again *on top* of everything else". Bah.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[tessagratton.livejournal.com]

>Please, no sunshine-y words of comfort. I will not appreciate pettings and most likely you'll get your hand snapped at for your efforts.

Maybe that's what was wrong with Fetish.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Maybe that's why she was so damn cuddly last night. She could probably tell I'm upset--she's pretty good with knowing when I'm sick or sad. I couldn't get her to sit on my lap at all. She insisted on rising up with her front paws on my chest, even while I was trying to read, and once in a while knocking my jaw with head-butts.

Or, you know, maybe she was just cold.

Cat

[bodandra.livejournal.com]

Cats know when to at least offer comfort to their human.

[the-themiscyran.livejournal.com]

I know just how you feel. Ugh.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Despite the saying, misery doesn't always love company. I'm sorry you're having a shitty time, as well.

[the-themiscyran.livejournal.com]

Ditto. Cold and tension does keep one covered in animals though - I've had both cats and the dog fighting for lap space every night this week!

[shrijani.livejournal.com]

This too shall pass.

It would be nice to have less use for that mantra.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

And how.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

Yah, like a bad case of the shits.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

Fuck. Tell me about it. I just want to curl up in a ball and come out from under the covers when it's all over.
Whatever that means, or whenever that may be.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the stuff you've got going on, too. Major suxxor, babe.

[arian1.livejournal.com]

It will pass. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. Now that that's out of the way, go get a beer and let it pass.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Getting a beer today is definitely on the agenda.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

:peers around corner hopefully:

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Sorry, no Red Lyon tonight.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

S'okay.
I was thinking more of Rick's Place after work, but if you have other plans that's cool.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

My plans are to go home to my apartment and not come out again until Sunday.

Seriously.

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

Ach, I understand. With the thermostat on "much higher than I should"?

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

You know it.

[professormass.livejournal.com]

I'm not doing well with the cold, either. sagendal wanted to keep our bedroom door closed to keep the cat out...which, in turn, made the room into an icebox. I did something I rarely do -- I pretty much said, "The damned door is staying open. I'm tired of freezing."

In short, cold bad.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Dude, and now it's snowing. The universe hates me.

[apocalypticbob.livejournal.com]

Ack! I know. I find myself taking two or three hot showers or baths a day just to warm up. Seems like the cold gets in your bones, and I have more insulation than you do. 'Course, I think some of mine is the stupid low grade fever from the cold I'm fighting.

*wants to hibernate 'til Spring*

[bestill.livejournal.com]

I am sorry you are having a crappy time.

Whoops, I shouldn't have said that.

Oddly enough, my boyfriend is being a total prick and I honestly don't give a rat's ass. I feel happy.

Yeah, the snow I think is going to ruin my plans this weekend . . . I was going to go to a fiber retreat this weekend, but it's an hour and a half drive with some of it on gravel road. So I might skip it.

I was going to drop off your Indian cook book, but now with the snow . . . but going to get a bottle of wine sure sounds good. If I decide to get out to do that, I'll drop it off. You don;t even have to answer the door. I can leave it in a bag on your door nob or something.

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about the cookbook. My Indian cookfest has been postponed.

Stay home warm and safe!

Sorry to hear about the asshole boyfriend. Boo.

[bestill.livejournal.com]

Oh good (about postponement).

No need to be sorry about the boyfriend. Just because he's miserable doesn't mean I'm going to be. I hope he finds the back of his station wagon comfortable because the way things are going, that's going to be his new home.

[curieuse.livejournal.com]

I hate this weather so much. Supposedly this is the last of the evil until -- you know -- whenever it comes back. I'm voting for December at least.