The Bird's the Word

[tinhuviel]

Because I didn't get word from UHC today ~ papa oom mow mow.

I have officially tiptoed over that tenuous threshold that separates sanity from stress-induced madness. It's a good thing I've already got my psych evaluation behind me; otherwise I'd be so screwed.

Mr. Benson finally came and repaired our stove. $99.62.... We can now cook, which is rather anti-climactic since that money was our grocery money for this coming week. Lessee....we can't buy food to cook on the stove that we had repaired with our grocery funds so we could cook. Sounds like a fucking O Henry story. Of course, it's not really that bad, but I'm rather prone to exaggeration in my current state of lunacy.

I'm calling United Healthcare tomorrow.

Oh, I'm also in the full throes of PMS. Everything is pissing me off right now and I'm taking everything way too personally. I realise that I am doing this; however, it doesn't stop me from going there. Anything can hurt my feelings right now. At this pristine moment, I could easily turn my back on everything and everyone and trudge off into my own dark, brooding, miserable little world.

To make matters worse, my voice has suddenly changed from a bad Sylvester Stallone impression to Mickey Mouse soprano. If it's like this tomorrow, I shall be answering my phone at work with a resounding "Hi Boys and Girls!" ....just to freak people out.

I want to talk like a normal person. I want to sing again. I want my fucking approval. I want to sleep for 24 hours straight. I want chocolate. I want to be hugged and kissed and pampered, but I dare not let Llew near me right now. It would be too tempting to dump on him to where he'd never hug me or kiss me again.

I have issues..

I need resolution and sanity, comfort and understanding, nurturing and penance.

I also need some cough medicine that will knock my ass out for the rest of the night. And would somebody get that goddamn song out of my head? "papapapapapapapa HOOM MOW MOW papa OOM MOW MOW...."

I'm disgusted...

Comments

[mercymanic.livejournal.com]

Fuck!
I'm Sorry :(

-waving@you-

[inkfiend.livejournal.com]

arely able to see you, way over there in stress-induced madness as your body takes you through the PMS wringer...as I sit here in sleep-deprivation-induced insanity and contemplate another cup of tea as I get things done

Try some Star Wars soundtrack. Always a mental-palate cleanser for me.

Motivational, too...

slowly nodding sagely...or sleepily...whatever

...I'd offer you resolution or sanity, if I had any. But the comfort and understanding, nurturing and penance...

wrapping you up in a big hug and whispering close

...Eve can never be Lilith...but you must realize you are neither, to begin with.

kissing your forehead ~ then just fullbodyhugging rocking ~ telekinetically filling your bathtub with hot water and lighting a few candles ~ filling the sink with hot water and spicescented oils ~ for first you must have a full body massage ~ then bathe and shampoo ~ then patted dry and oiled or powedered as desired

Well, at least give yourself a few stress-relieving orgasms, OK?

blinking and looking into my screen to your eyes earnestly

OK?

[falkenna.livejournal.com]

Inkfiend's got the right idea. Wish I could give you a neck message. I'm managing a fair bit of calm at the moment -- despite assorted strange news -- and wish I could try to pass it on. (I asked last night that you get an appropriate outcome -- "F*** her white magic", I hear you saying -- but I didn't think to send you any calm. (Had other things to send.) So I will do so tonight.

Would really like to talk to you later, if that's possible.

[philrancid.livejournal.com]

Imagine strolling through The Pit, dealing death and chaos, whilst children dressed in flowing white dresses run ahead, throwing rose petals, and screeching Wagner's Valkyrie tune at the top of their lungs...