This has certainly been A Week for me, how about you? Just post your complaints, fussings, catastrophes and let them go ... allow them to simply float into the air, free from your concern ... and may the bastards causing them collide in a horrific mid-air pile of wreckage, making your life that much more enjoyable.
Well, a week or so in and already 2019 is feeling like that episode of The Outer Limits when the zanti invade. No, I’m not sure what I meant by that either.
So, how miserable has 2019 been for everyone so far? Hopefully, at a mere three days in, not so bad as to drive us all ... batty.
Walp! I did it again. The holiday season has me all ‘what day is it’ and I’m turning into the forgetful uncle who realises on 29 December he never put that danged angel on top of the goldanged tree.
Sorry, folks; it’s been A Week. Forgot to shhhhedule a fuss session at this, the most blaurghable time of the year.
I awoke aghast to recall mrsgrinchfinch demanded, a week or so past now, a pic when I mentioned my wackodoc posed (after some no-I’m-not-that-crazy explaining) with Pigmon. And that I had several other Pigpics to post, so I’d best do them all in one spot so those who sigh and scroll past with a resigned ‘oh this shit…
Salutations, fellow Blaurghers!
So what fresh hells have swarmed around us all this week?
And yo, didst Jacob rassle with the angel.
Blaurgh! It already being Thursday morning here, I woke in a panic thinking I’d failed to shhhedule a Blaurgh!Talk and rushed to the computer to rectify it, only to recall I live in the FUUUUTUUUURE (on the ‘arse-end of the world’, as one of our few genuinely intelligent prime ministers once said) and for most folks…
Hi! What’s been bugging you all to death this week? Blaurgh it outta your system here.
So, a new blatherer has shown up at group, talkychatty, outgoing, always one with a one-of-the-guys-y’know jokes. On the one hand, a swell guy; on the other hand a conversation dominator/diverter in group, and worst of all HE SAT WITH ME AT LUNCH AND CONTINUED BLATHERING. I mean, I know he kept referring to how his…
Two days in a row! Not fair! I know this is the place to face one’s mental illness/disorder/whateverness, but to hit me two days in a row with stuff that stabs right through into the heart of my darkness is a bit … heavy for wimpy little Bertolt.
Things are moving fast!
I knew I should’ve gone back to bed. One of the great gods of my life is gone. There are comics books, there are graphic novels, and then there are the unsurpassable visual mythologies of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby.
Yayyy! Another Ultraman fan has been discovered at the Ha-Ha Hilton! Luckily, he is a staff member, so I am not at risk of being confided in that he is secretly really Ultraman.
With all apologies for my horrid short-term memory and lack of post-searching skills, if I recall correctly, haven’t a few GTers spoken (well, written) about their experiences past or current with DBT? My psychiatrist seems to think I’d be a good fit for it, and despite there usually being a months-long waiting list,…