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19 December 2012 @ 10:06 pm

I've had some wicked brain weasels the last few days and the fates have decided to throw salt into the little bitey wounds. Everything from my word-a-day to my poem-a-day LJ group to NPR features to my own blasted dreams have been poking my issues with a stick. I find myself perseverating on the issues and feeling  like a fuck up who can't have nice things.

No, I don't really want to talk about it because I will just end up weepy. Yes, I know this means I am sort of pointlessly whining here.

Blech. Sorry. :/
Current Mood: draineddrained
lrdfaelan: Give a Hug!lrdfaelan on December 20th, 2012 12:31 pm (UTC)
If it helps see icon.
jtdiii: Biojtdiii on December 20th, 2012 01:09 pm (UTC)
Alas that is the problem with weasels, always poking and prodding just because it is fun for them... Still better than the sleeping bag ferret that investigated my boxer shorts and that tried to shove its cold nose and pointy claws past that fleshy bag blocking its path...

At this distance all I can really provide are good thoughts, but you have those in abundance.

Albredaalbreda on December 20th, 2012 08:06 pm (UTC)
Nothing pointless about coming here and saying "I feel uggy, and I want support around it without talking about it."

Happy to be that support, hon. Hugs, and may you be gifted with a weasel cage for the holidays!
Ysoltysolt on December 20th, 2012 10:17 pm (UTC)
Venting is valid.
reneekytokorpireneekytokorpi on December 28th, 2012 03:34 am (UTC)
Venting is fine. I can't fix anything necessarily, but I'm always happy to listen, good or bad.