You know, for someone who blathers, this should be a lot easier.
And yeah, I gave myself the whole day to write this. Spent a lot of it asleep, reading, doing chores I usually try to avoid. And wandering back and forth from the computer.
(However, while wandering near the computer, thank you to Pyschababble
for the link to StrongBad e-mails--and thank you to Barnabas
for explaining StrongBad--and a huge thank you to Piritorce
for demonstrating what StrongBad techno sounds like. I promise to buy some light sticks, and then we can have a lightswitch rave. BYOmountaindew.)
Spent last week, trying to find time to post about what was stressing me out on the previous Saturday--but decided LJ was too public for that info. Resolved to make sure I knew how to restrict viewing of the post to a few people. Then realized few people read this anyway. And still didn't get around to posting it.
Spent portion of the first part of last week trying to get a presentation done by Monday, plus make sure client's accounts were up to date for the account deadlines. Attempted two all day intermediate Photoshop seminars that same week, only to realize that my attention span had dribbled out my ears. Very pathetic. And realizing I was not going to get a muffin hat, let alone any costume sewing done this week, and hoped I could remember ANY dances for picnic day. And make sure my dad's doctor had covered the paperwork we needed before April 23. And get the taxes forms signed and payment arranged before the 15th. And prep my head for the my dad's appointment with the neurologist on this Monday, down in San Jose.
And then I blew up on Thursday. Oh Boy. Very sorry, very embarassed, especially after I found myself cosseted by very loving Pryanksters immediately afterwards. And entertained, counseled and costumed by her Giggleness on Friday, when I should have been assisting and entertaining her. And encouraged and entertained during and after Picnic Day by a load of people I will mention later, as soon as I test run this post.
(Tonight's test, hopefully before midnight: can Temperance do simple HTML references to another Pryankster LJ page, even if she has not two brain cells to deal with a Photoshop mask oh never mind it's a long story....)
And I got more love and respect than I deserved, and you all are astounding. When I thanked Gigglness for adjusting my costume before performance, she said, "That's what sisters are for."
You have no idea how astonishing that phrase is to my ears. I think my face must have looked gobsmacked.
How astonishing and enchanting it is to have Teddy Barely
cheer you, flatter you, waltz with you, and even insist parts of you are perky when they are actually rather sulky....
And so astonishing when you suddenly crash and burn in public, feel like falling through the floor--and wish you had--and a woman you only met in early March(?), takes you aside and dries your tears like a child, and has checked on your general state of health every day since---R, you are are a blessing and a lifeline beyond expectation.
(Note to group: Does our Violinista's snugglebunny posess a nickname, as do Giggles, The Major, and She Who Must Be Fed Chocolate? We endowed our selves with Titles during 1000 Blank White Cards---we now need one for R.)
OK,it's after 12 again, and I've gone weepy. I need to be up in the morning to 2 hour drive to Silicon Gulch, face father, sis in law, possibly brother, and a new Kaiser doctor. I love you all.