NinaWills feels a lot better now. :-)
I’m barely holding it together. Plus there’s something oxymoronic about “constructive” and “angst”. Just doesn’t add up, at least not in my head. Especially not now.
NinaWills feels a lot better now. :-)
I’m barely holding it together. Plus there’s something oxymoronic about “constructive” and “angst”. Just doesn’t add up, at least not in my head. Especially not now.
NinaWills feels a lot better now. :-)
This did me a world of good. I spent about an hour talking with a friend at work. The only reservation I have is how he tries to solve every problem I tell him. Other than that we chatted about work and some of our challenges. Generally whined about the state of things for a bit. Not too much, just enough to get the edge out of my system.
NinaWills feels a lot better now. :-)
..or whatever they call those things these days. My son wanted to play everything they had but I knew it’d be equivalent to burning cash. So we compromised on a limit and I told him I was not gonna buy any more tokens after that. Yeah, that was until we got to this game here you popped balloons with darts and got a prize depending on how many balloons you popped. Heck, I was damn good at it (my son delegated the game to me) and we walked away with a small plush doll. But what was quite unexpected was how happy I was when I popped those silly balloons! It felt great to see those suckers explode into smithereens! I think I’m more stressed than I care to admit. Nways, on the way home, I sang Famous Last Words at the top of my lungs and my son never did hush me, unlike always. I guess our compromise came to happy ending, he got his loot and I got mine.. ;)