Friday Confessions….
...are a frustrating mess. (To the tune of Manic Depression)
Another week, another whine. Onwards, I say. Onwards to a place and a time when I am not stressed out by events beyond my control.
1) I have been incredibly lazy. Except for two instances of noodles and butter, and a couple of soft-boiled eggs, I have subsisted this week on leftover potato salad, birthday cake, and chips and salsa.
2) No gym. Again with the lazy.
3) I have been slacking on transcribing notes for the musical I’m helping with, blithely ignoring my own deadlines.
4) I have wanted to shout, “GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS!” so much this week. And I don’t even really have that right.
5) I have been ignoring the world by playing Scrabulous. A lot.
6) Alleviated stress last night by dancing around my living room, while the cat looked at me like I was some kind of slightly alarming alien.
Over to you guys. What’s up?
Some Stuff | Liz September 28, 2007
By rachel, September 28, 2007 @ 9:50 am
Wull, dude, you hain’t been playing Scrabulous with ME.
1) I am stressed out and suffering from dire stress insomnia. What is my problem?! It’s like I can’t handle actually having a schedule.
2) Am I overscheduled? There are only two days in the week where we have no activities, and so we try to cram all our seeing of friends into those two days, and like… I hate DOING stuff!
3) But, like, there’s only one thing scheduled per day! How is that overscheduled? And yet it weighs on me, and I flail around getting nothing done.
4) Flail! Flail! Lookit me flail! I need some Cthulhu tentacles, to emphasize the flailing.
By Arwen, September 28, 2007 @ 7:24 pm
1) I have issues getting ever more serious regarding my muscles. But the not-great clinic doctor just sort of shrugged, and I thought “good”. I don’t have to see the physio and the orthodics guys and the joint/sports meds guys, and I just don’t frikkin’ want to take the time.
2) Also with the urge to yell about heads and asses.
3) Also with the Scrabulous. 10 games on the go. 10!
Sort of a positive confession, though: I did manage to get 5 hours of work in during the daytime this week. I am getting editing done on naps, like I said I should!
By stephanie, September 28, 2007 @ 7:26 pm
Are you talking about Scrabulous on Facebook? I am on Facebook. I have been playing Scrabulous for two weeks straight. It’s way better than paying attention at work.
My big confession this week is when I laughed when my husband told me he got a speeding ticket.
By gen, September 28, 2007 @ 7:35 pm
Ahhh, the confessions. I would like to confess that I have none. But wait! There is a reason. Wait for it…
I am loving being a b*$%^h! And I am doing it lovingly and relishing in it. I know a few weeks ago I was like bad me for thinking horrible things about people. But why? People are fricking idiots and I am not denying that I too am an idiot but I am not THEM. Do you see how this works in my twisted mummy brain.
But if I need to confess something that doesn’t make me sound like a horrible person. I have twice now made the suckiest chocolate chip cookies that the world has ever seen and I blame chipits. It couldn’t possibly be my minuscule attention span that means half the time I can’t remember how much flour I have already put in. I am also become more and more attracted to the idea of putting on a frock, some red lipstick and downing a lovely cocktail with barbiturates because dammit that sounds so much more glamorous than the diapers and spit up that makes my mommyhood.
By gen, September 28, 2007 @ 7:36 pm
Also too I am confess that I am so sad that nobody wants to play scrabble with me
! What’s wrong with me?
By Arwen, September 28, 2007 @ 9:14 pm
Gen, the next time I have an opening in my 10 game roster, you are so in there, baby. B*@!H or not. There are no ampersands in scrabble though, so you just gotta be a bitch.
By Liz, September 28, 2007 @ 9:37 pm
My Heavens, people! It looks like Scrabulous is the new barbituate and cocktail, for so many of us!
Rachel, by now I hope to be playing Scrabulous with you. Also, if you need the Cthulhu tentacles, I can make you some, for maximum flail potential.
Stephanie, I will email you who I am IRL, and we can play.
Gen, I’m starting a game with you as soon as I post this. Wooohoooo! More Scrabulous, less actual attention to real life! Also, I can put on the frock and do the drugs and cocktails with you, but you just know lipstick isn’t going to stay on my face.
Arwen, maybe you should go see a physio or something. You know, when you have time.
By Liz, September 28, 2007 @ 9:52 pm
Except, Stephanie, I can’t find your email address.