Couch 153: Couch slouch

that.... was beautiful right there.

you have a gift, you know!

Yeah, gave myself a little promotion!

Since I'm needing a ton of breaks from this hundred million thousand pages long chapter, I think this line is begging for a bit of super-short flash fiction....

I just got home and looked in the mirror and I look terrible. I mean everything is neat and in place but my eyes and my expression are just awful.

No wonder two students asked me how I was today (not a typical question from teenagers) and the cashier at the student union told me my iced tea was on the house.

Taking a page right out of SD's playbook.. I am officially, and purposely in a 3 week break from t. We'll see how this goes. 🤞

I hope it goes well. I'm thinking the one I'm planning will be starting sooner than November.

That was a nice break from studying. Letting loose my creative juices a little:

ahem:

“You know how mean guys will raise their eyebrows and say, oh she needs a good you know?” asked my friend. “I think they mean bbq sauce."

Now, mind you, I wouldn't know one bbq sauce from another; I mean, they all taste the same to me. I've never been one to care about so-called flavored sauces. “What are you talking about?” I ask her in reply. “And why would any guy, mean or not, think some random woman would need a good bbq sauce? That doesn't make any sense.”

“You're just jealous,” she laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “You didn't have what I had for lunch.”

“Oh for Pete's sake. This isn't going to turn into some story a la that ridiculous scene in 'When Harry Met Sally', is it?” I sniffle in disgust. “Because that's a bunch of b.s. and you know it.”

“I know nothing of the sort,” she said a little haughtily as she opened the door and stepped out my office. “You, my dear, just lack imagination!”

And with that, she closed the door on THAT conversation.

I had a coworker ask me if I had allergies a couple of weeks ago. I realized I wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the fact that I cry a lot at work. It sucks when you can't hide your pain from the world anymore.

I'm sorry una but we speak English here, do you mean: "rush, hash banana" ??

(Yummmm)

blergh!! i am finally done with the reading of this interminable chapter, and now i'm trying to complete one of the activities, but it's not working correctly!! damn it! i did not work on this all dang day just to not be able to finish it tonight. grr. i guess i'll email tech support.

eta: submitted a case to tech support. i skipped that part and did the chapter quiz and got 100%. I shall relax now.

You would have gotten full points if you'd included una's other immortal line, "the zip car runs on moon pies and Oreos, and we clean the windshield with cool whip."

Una's best lines always reference food.

hee hee ok the ending is hereby amended:

....She closed the door on THAT conversation, then skipped off into the sunset singing "the zip car runs on moon pies and Oreos, and we clean the windshield with cool whip."

I am laughing so hard right now!! Can you just picture it?

Yeah i can tell im not eating enough if i start dreaming about food. I guess this is another indicator. Im like a perfect storm of how to get fat.

I'm not saying to follow my lead but what I did was message T (because I found her instagram) though I wasn't supposed to. I had a panic attack in front of her the next session and we discussed why I texted her. (I was tipsy, miserable, heavily considering SH...I'd say you being so suicidal is a crisis)

I also will call the hospital (she works there) during business hours and ask them to ask her to call me back through the hospital line (I don't get to see her direct office number, it's masked as the hospital general line). Usually she calls back in half a day or the following day, both during business hours.

Your "friends" are really not friends. I have former "friends" like that and it was better to be lonely than have them mock and disdain me.

Did she answer you? Of course you don't have to answer what exactly... Something supportive? Healing? Disappointing? Useless?

She didn't answer the message because her boundaries is she won't reply though now I'm allowed to message as much as I need though we'll discuss IF I message too much. It helps me to know she does read periodically because she tells me she does read and sometimes comments in session about the content of my messages.

But if i call the office, she thus far has always called back and she's talked with me for up to 40 minutes so far.

I should have discussed it with him.
I don't know.

Couch, can I just not be me for a bit? Does anyone want to swap?

Sick of me.

I'd gladly swap, Luc. I'm sorry you're sick of being you. *hug*

I've been crapped on by the one person I thought never would. My support system IRL is now extremely limited. Would have struggled, but would have felt better if they'd actually had the ******* decency to tell me they were leaving.

Sorry, ((Lost))... that sounds horrible

(((Luc)))

(((Lost)))

(((everyone else who wants)))

I was a lazy girl this morning and didn't get up until 7 am!! It felt luxurious. (I have the house to myself with h out of town and son at his friend's house for the night and still.)

Now I'm up doing laundry and studying, I started chapter 7 which is about learning. And the drier just shut off, so it's time to go fold towels and get them put away...

My new landlady either thinks I'm an utter and complete moron or has extremely low expectations of tenants.

She has been writing me back, "Great job" and the like when I email her my filled-out application form, let her know I'd put in the request to switch the utilities to my name, etc.

I'm not complaining -- as weird as it is, I'll say I'm still a total sucker for meaningless praise.