TFP Pity Party! Everyone's Invited

Trying to recover from altitude sickness, drowning in end of (school) trimester bullshit and very tired.
I feel like crying a lot and it's pissing me off. I need to go punch someone so I can feel a little better.

 

I'm pretty sure I just broke my washer by trying to wash my comforter in it. It's full of water but not working and there's a funny electrical smell. I hit 'reset' anyway.

 

I've been jonesing for some cheese and crackers lately. I bought the generic store brand cheese, and it's definitely NOT extra sharp cheddar. Kinda tastes like Velveeta, actually. Lame.

 

Resurrecting, cause I'm in a sad, shitty mood.

Just in a sad, shitty mood.

That is all.

 

Me, too. Wanna party? I have some pho I couldn't eat yesterday from anxiety dry heaves, an empty house, six seasons of Nip/Tuck and a couple of Duvel.

 

Can I come to the party too??? I've got a blister on my heel....that is SO deserving of pity because my new, cute shoes have made me sad.

Hugs to DamnitAll and noodle.

 

Please, both of you, find some way to come join me and party tonight. The last thing I want to do right now is spend the evening in an empty house.

 

I have class tonight from 6-9 PT. More pity for me since I can't even attend a pity party.

 

Chatty-pity-party-potential.

 

I'll probably be in between 9 and 10, if not earlier. Keep a seat open for me.

 

I might be able to stop into chat close to 11 before bed. I'll see if y'all are still pitypartying it up.

 

I lost an entire semester's worth of lab notes and got into a huge fight with a good friend. Cranky at the world. I'll join the chat pity party.

 

Oh hell. Should NOT have tried to eat the pho from yesterday.
Combined with my now ridonkulous fever, I'm even more of a hot mess than I was a few hours ago.
Been fighting this weird kinda-congestion-sore-throat-fever-general-malaise since Friday.
Now I'm like to start ralphing from the weird textures and grossness that was in the seven bites of pho I attempted.
I fail at everything today. Must lie down. Will have laptop. May or may not be in chat.
I need to be horizontal.

 

I want to let the kittehs sleep with me tonight, but I know the inconsistency will mess up everything when S gets back from his trip. But I just want to snuggle.

 

The poison sumac continues to ravage my calves and ankles with huge blotches of inflamed, itchy skin. My feet have smaller spots here and there as well as elsewhere on my person. It woke me up twice last night with searing pain and itch. I literally want to shred my own skin. The initial contact point on my inner wrist (from washing clothes with sumac on them) has dried up and looks like a red, dotted scar about 2" x 2". I haven't been able to shave my legs in 10 days. I take oatmeal baths instead of showering and I don't feel clean, I feel coated in cereal. Seriously man, was I really that bad in another life?

 

Bump.

Long distance is hard. So worth it, obviously, but it fucking sucks.

 

Hear, HEAR.