Terry Pratchett announces he has early-onset Alzheimer's. I am not okay with this, not even a little. Pratchett is keeping a good attitude about it, at least: "I think there's time for at least a few more books yet." (Of course, I'm not satisfied with this. He needs to produce at least two books a year until I die. I command it.) Terry Pratchett's brain can not rot out. Also, Neil Gaiman is never allowed to lose his hair. Or his brain. But also his hair.

In the post-script to his announcement, Pratchett says "I know it's a very human thing to say "Is there anything I can do", but in this case I would only entertain offers from very high-end experts in brain chemistry." Note to self: Study harder.

I'm feeling a needy, and attention-whoring on LJ seems to help, but I'm a little ashamed of it. I'm trying to cut myself a little slack on this, but it doesn't come naturally. "I feel like the total amount that I am loved in the world has decreased significantly." (Dan, Saturday)

We've been spending a lot of time staying busy, or at least trying. Not productive, but busy. I'm only a week into my class, but I'm already behind on homework. Our friends have been great. "Yes, that's something you could do that would be helpful." (Dan, Sunday)

Additionally, I realized I was connecting selling the truck with Fish's death in my head. I had a life I really liked: a stable job, a great boyfriend, a great condo. I still have all that. It's a comfort. "I had finally gotten to the point where I wasn't waiting to lose good things in my life." (Dan, Monday)

and that's why I've been so shamelessly asking for notes of affection and appreciation.

unrelatedly, I less-than-three this icon.

In case you've missed it, dabunny had his wisdom teeth out yesterday afternoon. The short answer is: He's fine. ( Long answer )

Just reading over the south beach diet website. I am not in favor of any plan that leans that heavily on artificial sweeteners (there seems to be something artificially sweetened in each meal!) or of any plan that tells me to give up fruit for any period of time (all of phase I).

dabunny is biking to work today. I still can't. So now I feel sad. :(

[edit 8:10am] I feel like I should clarify: It's not that I think the SBD is bad. It's worked really well for several of my friends, which is why I looked at it. However, I don't think it would work for me, since I have such a hard time with artificial sweeteners -- this is the first time in my life I've actually been able to consume them on a semi-regular basis, and they still make me feel kind of ill, even in much lower quantities than the SBD seems to be recommending. Also, if I have to go to the grocery store every week, I can't imagine having to leave without fresh fruit.

Yesterday, I went out shopping at 9:30am. When I returned home at 11:30am, I found that one of the cars in my building's parking lot was missing all four tires... and seemed to have been left balanced not on jacks or cinderblocks, but on TWO milkcrates, one under each side.
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I hate when dabunny is out of town.
I am just killing time until I can go to sleep.

( May be ED triggery. May just be whiny shit you don't want to read )

I went home for the monkey.
I can't find it.

... Oh noes!

Which is more pathetic:

1. That I have google alerts set up to let me know when I get mentioned on someone else's blog?
2. That I just had a nightmare about an unflattering mention on one of them?
3. That I was disturbed enough by it that I had to come reassure myself that it wasn't true?

oh. I just realized why I woke up in a sweat over imagined vitriol being hurled at me from across the ether. Happy anniversary sweetie.

"Here at Puzzle Pirates HQ the banking Gnomes be trying to collect yer payment for yer next billing, but alas! yer credit card information be out of date, or perhaps ye be over yer limit."

Nope, but I did get a new card number when I lost my ATM/Debit card. So... I've been talking about cancelling my YPP subscription, since I haven't played in months. I guess this is as good a time as any. Still. This makes me sad.

Next time one befriends accused murderers, do not go about googling them. People will have said many unkind things about them, many of them likely true, and you will be sad.

*facepalm*

Just got back from therapy. We were talking about how I'm not really aware of my emotions, most of the time. This manifests in poor emotional recall (I can't remember how it felt to be in a certain situation) and in emotional deduction (I figure out how I'm feeling based on the way I'm behaving.)

It made me wonder. A lot of people do self-destructive things when they're in a bad mood. We eat things we shouldn't. We say things we shouldn't. We blow off things we should do. Normally, my realization that I'm cranky goes like this: Dan rummages through the cupboards. Dan eats all the convenience food. Dan sits on the couch complaining of being hungry, when he notices he's eating peanut butter out of the jar with his fingers. Dan wonders why he's acting like an idiot. Dan realizes he's depressed.

Does it work that way for you?

Poll #390333 Which comes first
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 28

Do you more often:

Poll #385103 Checking the mood
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Answer for yourself, not for dan4th: "Lately, I've been sad, and I don't know why."

Someone just brought in some chocolate leftover from Bunny day. They were Disney chocolates. When I poured them out of the bag, I looked at the Piglet and the Tigger chocolates, and I started to choke up.

My mother's goats had kids on Beltane. They were dead by the end of the weekend. I feel like there's an omen here, and I don't know what to do about it. I feel weird.