to dare you: seize the day——could it be love that gives the strength to wash our sins away?

( Josh visited! Brief non-graphic mentions of: sad dog, dental surgery, bloody drool. Description of mental disorders intersecting. )

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Things I'm happy about this Thanksgiving
that are probably not going to make anyone else's list:


• my boyfriend suggesting couples' counselling before we move in together



• not having anyone else human around (FREEDOM FROM THE TYRRANY OF PANTS! NOT HAVING TO SHARE MY STUFFING!)



• Adderall, because yay for being awake.



• Breathe-Right strips



• bondage tape

Things I Hate This Thanksgiving (it's a tradition, damnit):


• I've started having anxiety dreams/nightmares. WTF. Apparently this is the way the rest of the world dreams?
  
  But I'm cranky about it because I'm anxious all day long and then I have weird-ass dreams about losing my dogs or truckers stealing my Hogwarts scarf and THIS IS FUCKING BIZARRE, PEOPLE.



• My legs hurt because I was standing up for long periods of time (3+ hours over the last two days) and fuck it all, I know it's my issue because even though I want to exercise and quit smoking and and and ... really, let's be honest, just thinking about everything I need to do to be healthier makes me feel exhausted.



• The fact that I couldn't find gluten-free bread at the supermarket to make panda some stuffing, which I really wanted to do.



• The IRS hasn't deposited my tax refund (supposedly direct deposit normally takes 2-14 days, it's now been... 24 days and counting)



• My mood being so ... mercurial, labile, etc. I'm pretty sure I gave Josh emotional whiplash a few times.



• All the cleaning I'm going to have to do. D:



• OMFG I'm so behind on my reading page because I couldn't abandon Josh for long enough to catch up at any point. fuuuuuuuck.