everything sticks until it goes away
Sunday, June 12th, 2011 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erikaAs people are posting about Amina, and online identity, and such, I just want to say: there are multiple people online who can verify that I'm a real person & my journal is real.
panda, of course, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silent_lorelei (those two went to high school with me, if you want REAL verification).
nonethefewer can also verify, deadhero, soshesays and redgreenblue and ofc elfbabe who has never met me in person but has known me for NINE YEARS NOW. And if we get into people who've known me online since I was practically in puberty, there's probably a bunch of other people too, but those are the ones I can come up with off the top of my head.
If I forgot you, it's not that our meeting wasn't memorable, it's just that I have a really shitty memory but you have been reading my journal for some time now, so you should know this.
Tomorrow I start my training for the sexual assault counselling line. FOUR fucking hours at a time.
In other news, I'm so fucking tired I cannot stand it. My TSH is low enough that there's no real likelihood of getting a doctor to prescribe T3, but I'm considering dyssomnias at this point, to be quite honest: specifically narcolepsy and sleep apnea. I don't have a doctor's appt until late July—writing reminder in my calendar to call them on Monday and attempt rescheduling.
panda, of course, silent_lorelei (those two went to high school with me, if you want REAL verification). nonethefewer can also verify, deadhero, soshesays and redgreenblue and ofc elfbabe who has never met me in person but has known me for NINE YEARS NOW. And if we get into people who've known me online since I was practically in puberty, there's probably a bunch of other people too, but those are the ones I can come up with off the top of my head. If I forgot you, it's not that our meeting wasn't memorable, it's just that I have a really shitty memory but you have been reading my journal for some time now, so you should know this.
Tomorrow I start my training for the sexual assault counselling line. FOUR fucking hours at a time.
In other news, I'm so fucking tired I cannot stand it. My TSH is low enough that there's no real likelihood of getting a doctor to prescribe T3, but I'm considering dyssomnias at this point, to be quite honest: specifically narcolepsy and sleep apnea. I don't have a doctor's appt until late July—writing reminder in my calendar to call them on Monday and attempt rescheduling.
