1. I was mostly gone for almost two years and this place looks pretty much the same. So that’s comforting. Thank you.
2. Except for the red pushpins. Seriously. It reminds me of not being able to turn the radio off, only down. [What book was that?]
3. I’m tapering down my Zoloft so I can start taking Cymbalta for fibromyalgia, and although I sometimes wonder if I should be playing with my brain juices I’m going to keep doing it anyway because if it works I’ll feel like Cinderella, except with comfortable shoes.
4. My writing muscles are really creaky.
5. I finally got myself a grown up lady wallet, but I’ll *manage*, because it’s made of recycled bicycle tires.
Geodesic kitty habitat made from recycled cardboard.
Almost thirty thousand notes.
Also, not a queef joke.
Dear Nat and DJ,
I know you both have made an informed decision. I’ve seen you reading and watching the news. We watched all the debates together and we have discussed the issues brought up in those debates extensively. You’ve asked questions. I have answered as honestly as possible, without…
I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD I WILL TAKE ALL THE PHOTOS I WANT.
How I said it on Facebook:
So. I was diagnosed yesterday with fibromyalgia, which is actually SUPER AWESOME NEWS because 1) it explains SO MUCH, 2) I have a clear treatment plan and a doctor I adore supporting me, and 3) all these years I’ve assumed I was just a short-tempered, high-maintenance, prickly and difficult person, but maybe that was never me.
How I’ll say it here:
So. I was diagnosed yesterday with fibromyalgia, which is actually SUPER AWESOME NEWS because 1) it explains SO MUCH, 2) I have a clear treatment plan and a doctor I adore supporting me, and 3) all these years I’ve assumed I was just an ASSHOLE WITH ADDICTION ISSUES.
“Photo Booth? I used to love this shit; now it just makes my face ache.”
