Today's Forecast: Low-grade paranoia with outbreak of panic

[partly]

I hate days like this. Days when nothing goes wrong, but I still walk around as if I just killed the cat.

I keep telling myself that it's ok, that it will be fine.

I don't believe it, but I keep up the mantra. I also keep in mind that my short-temperedness is all about me and has nothing to do with the nice people who just need information about the fair. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be better.

Sleep will help. Meds will help, too, because I'm fighting this sinus/cough thing.

I want to do some writing. I want to not be tired. I want something to rid myself of this feeling that everything is wrong and that I'm the cause of it.

Comments

[finabair.livejournal.com]

Oh no, you're not getting sick, are you?

*HUGS* Hope sleep helps. There is positively nothing wrong that I could see when I was up there. Certainly you are NOT the cause of things being wrong, rather you tend to be part of the solution(s).

In honor of stomp the brain weasel Friday... only on Saturday

[donnickcottage.livejournal.com]

There are things I have thought all along, but now that it's brain weasel day I can finally stomp them into this past post.

I wish you commented more, but I'm fine that you don't. I don't wish it because I'm a glutton or narcissist, but because each of your comments are so perfect, so intelligent and so sweet. Trust me, I'm truly not asking for anything, all is well. I just wanted you to know how I receive your friendship.

I like your work, I think you are exquisitely talented, but even more than that what I love about reading your posts (that don't have to do with squeeing lol) is the emotion you pour into them as regards your daughter. I like Myr, she seems a wonderful person in progress, but she's not at all the reason. Your love is infectious, your heart is healing, your admiration and praise are so filled with tenderness and compassion one can't help but feel and acknowledge their own emotions for others.

Ok, sappy; but that's my story and I'm stickin to it. I'm blessed by you lass.

The end.

Re: In honor of stomp the brain weasel Friday... only on Saturday

[partly.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

You are a good man. I am cynic when it comes to things said about me and am equally cynical whether those things are good or bad. However, with you there is always a sincerity that I can't ignore, nor twist to fit my views of myself.

I would like to be the person that you described and I am forced to acknowledge that if you see that person in my writing, I must actually be her, at some point, for some amount of time. I thank you for that.

*hugs*

(Deleted once and posted again because of evil typos!)