But there is no reason to cry.

Holy earthbound fuck, people can be such horrific, beastly, monumentally stupid wastes of life. Why do certain humans continue to thrive while others despair and suffer in the face of complete cruelty and malevolence?

*grinds teeth*

I will go downstairs and eat my five-grain oatmeal with honey comb, maple syrup, cinnamon, and milk. I will try to feel better.

I hurt and I hurt and I hurt. I could barely get out of bed. My legs were on fire. I cried for a while, then took my Soma. Getting better.

My husband is in the air. His plane will land in Charlotte, NC, where he will wait for a couple of hours, and then another plane will take him to San Francisco. He will be home next week, we think. I miss him already. He played with the henna tattoo cream last night, drawing symbols on my left thigh. Roses in bloom, and Norse characters for briar and travel.

I need to be held. I just... fuck, I am in a bad mood today.

Outside the sun is shining intensely, and there is almost no snow left. I might go out, perhaps take the Metro (with my free disability card) to the Congressional Plaza shopping center, to Whole Foods, and drop a little money on some pure acai and goji juices. That always makes me feel better.

I predict that job hunting will be fruitless, but I can hope.

Good news is that my very best friend seems to be doing well on the supplements I've been sharing with her. Gods, I adore that woman. I'm ecstatic that she is back living near me. I need her. Truly, I need her and want her and desire her forever. And one day we will both be employed again and happy and financially set and everything will be okay. Pinky swear, B. Love you.

Now we know who really wrote that book

This is made of pure gold and win and has completely brightened my mood:
Pat Robertson's Meeting With God...Doesn't Go How He Wants It

Write, she said. Right.

Working on the book.
In fact, a beta reader is beta reading right now. She told me so.

Adam has landed safely in San Francisco and is heading toward his hotel room. And then he will begin work on setting up classes for the Particle Accelerator School.
(Just the existence of such a school makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.)

Not tired at all. Watching a weird movie on Syfy, called Perfect Creature. It's about steampunk vampires.

Sleep will happen in a couple of hours, once I've spoken to Adam again and know he's settled. Also once Luna gets off my lap. Also once the kava and lotus kick in. Muscle-relaxing plant extracts are awesome.

Also, something random: One of my favorite YouTube videos on open-mindedness.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T69TOuqaqXI