mental diarrhea

The places on my hand where Misa's teeth went in are all but healed... the scar tissue is dry and it ITCHES!!!
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My skin has been extra, extra dry recently. I drink more water than anyone I know. I eat a pretty balanced diet these days. So... what gives? Any theories? Lack of sex?
Actually, I'm serious about the dry skin.
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Uh oh. Retaining water again.
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I really, seriously need to get my clothes to the Dry Cleaner or in a few days I am going to be naked at work.
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I wonder some times if the interest I have in Michelle and Barack Obama is what was felt by citizens of Camelot.
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This morning I had a moment of childish jealousy and fierce righteousness. My friend is suffering from cancer and this is her second go-round. She has a group of other cancer-survivor friends who she is very close to...but whom I don't know.
Some of them are trying to help her as she gets ready for surgery. But the woman she appointed to take the lead on scheduling seems to have no concept of customer service or setting expectations... that, and she's not very thorough.
Of course, I immediately thought that I could do better.
Now my friend doesn't need that drama. And the woman who is helping is only trying to make her life easier... I can just imagine my whining to her that I'm not being respected or that her friend is not doing a good job.
I sent her a note reminding her that I was also fiercely protective and that I didn't necessarily want to let anyone else to take care of her.
So the better, more resourceful, wiser me won out... but that doesn't negate the fact that I was just horrified by this woman's performance and her lack of professionalism. And I was pretty close to telling her off... and then telling my friend she had to stop relying on her.
A drama noooooooooooooo-body needs.
And even now it's hard to let go...
I wonder if this is about me being protective or me being a control freak or me wanting attention... God I hope it's not the latter two...
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I did not get the corn planted.
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Mark's grandmother died Sunday morning at 6 a.m. It was a long night of phone calls from family and fitful sadness. I mean, she was 99. No one can regret her death - she didn't miss much. This woman was a world-renowned opera singer who studies in Germany before the war (the first World War). She had some extremely successful children, many grandchildren and, of course, great grandchildren.
But still, it's the last vestige of Mark and his sister's childhood and that makes the heart ache. For the passing of things that are cherished and will never be replaced... for the young man who doesn't know how to express sadness. And for me... a reminder. Which our hectic lives are organized to insulate us from...
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Where can I find a polish as good as Sally Hansen- Hard as Nails that doesn't turn yellow after a day or two in the sun?
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Speaking of Sun, it's out... stranger in a strange land. How soon we forget the beating we take in its presence all summer. Six days of rain and I am a caged bird.
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I wonder what Rick has been doing since our last conversation?
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I want to thank Denise for the gardening help... thank you thank you thank you....
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Oh, and I still hate the filth spewing forth from the "Pundits on the Right" ...