Oh, hey, Thursday

Oh, life is bizarre.
They say that pretending to be happy might actually make you happy if you do it hard enough.
So I've been forcing myself to smile all day, through the spasticity, through the phantom swelling, though the muscle tension, through the memory fog, through the stabbing headache.
And on the Some Humans Are Cuntblisters front, I express relief that C. and J.'s situation with the ableist bigot may get better. No, that's not the right word. Less volatile.

Now I am going to make myself a well-deserved and deeply craved peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Using organic peanut butter, Polaner All-Fruit blueberry jam, and whole grain bread with flax oil. Because a good PB&J makes life better. (Also, almond butter and jam, but I don't have almond butter.)

I want to see that movie very much

"I figure all religions are good. They all make sense on paper; it's just the exploitation of religion that's been a problem, by ... people using religion to justify war, or to justify government or, you know, 'God made me do it.'" - Harold Ramis
http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/06/18/year.one.cast/index.html