Conquest of the Planet of the Bride of the Son of the Return of the Open Bar

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.

And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.

This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.

I feel that way a lot. The Smiths and Disintegration by The Cure are not your friends on these days.

[Lenin McCarthy]

And to make things worse:
My family owns a cabin just a 30-50 minute bike ride (to/from) from my school and I'm going to stay there for most of late  April and early May, to prepare for exams in peace, stay away from distractions like internet and TV and running water, shorten my commute, practice at living on my own and provide a party hangout for my class. This afternoon I got a text from my brother saying two Germans are going to stay there for the next week. He also misinterpreted my dad's "ok, but ask *my name* first", and gave them my number and is now expecting me to help the Germans with whatever problems they encounter during their stay. This feels like 1940 all over again, except I'm way angrier with the Quisling (but I also love him a lot more than most Norwegians loved Vidkun Quisling) than I am with the poor German couchsurfers. (I might even stop by and say hello when I get the opportunity.)

[The Good Reverend Roger]

LOBB is up, if anyone's interested.

[AFK]

Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.

And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.

This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.

I feel that way a lot. The Smiths and Disintegration by The Cure are not your friends on these days.

Or the band Blackfield, who I discovered when my marriage went sploedy.  The days I didn't have my kids, all I did was sit in my chair and listen to depressing Blackfield songs which are ALL of the Blackfield songs.

[AFK]

I should just make an excuse to spend a year in Quebec. I was exposed to a lot of French when I was little, and had a few classes during grade school, but I'm not conversant in it. I have maybe 25% comprehension of written French (total guessing, right there). With enough exposure, I'd probably get the hang of it.

Here's your excuse: Quebec is secretly TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME.

Except maybe for Sherbrooke.

I'll keep that in mind Good to have confirmation; I spent a week in Quebec City on vacation, and had a damn fine time.

I'm biased coming from French-Canadian heritage, but QC is a damn fun city, so is Montreal. 

[Cain]

LOBB is up, if anyone's interested.

Still catching up on previous chapters!

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I am cleaning out my mom's craft area in the attic. It is emotionally draining and shitty work.

[Salty]

D/N/T the patience of one of the most effective and least expensive LMTs 2000 miles from actual civilization. Just don't.

[Suu]

We're about to put Medea on trial in my Greek Tragedy class. I'm a witness as Hecate. 

[Nephew Twiddleton]

So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.

[EK WAFFLR]

LOBB is up, if anyone's interested.

I have about ten chapters before I'm a jour.

[Suu]

So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.

North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.

North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.

implying you're not the weirdos...

[Suu]

So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.

North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.

implying you're not the weirdos...

Well, I've only done it on purpose like, twice. There was the one time this chick tried to take my Star Wars skirt...THAT I WAS WEARING, but I just chalked it up to the group of people who got off the Orange Line from Haymarket.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.

North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.

This is very, very true. And South Station has magazine stands and such. I was in the Orange Line part though. I switch to the Orange Line from the E line there.

So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.

North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.

implying you're not the weirdos...

Well, I've only done it on purpose like, twice. There was the one time this chick tried to take my Star Wars skirt...THAT I WAS WEARING, but I just chalked it up to the group of people who got off the Orange Line from Haymarket.

That is kinda weird.