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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. -- Buddha

Yeah. . .

Mom is making me inexplicably angry lately. It's nothing new; she never could handle boundaries (physical, mental, emotional), and with Dad gone, there is no buffer zone left. She can listen to him when he would say 'give her space' about me, but if I ask for it? No go. I suppose I could be 35, married, and living across the country, and she'd still see me as some 4-year-old that needed constant hovering. (No, not raising, or even constructive attention. Just that obnoxious, I'm-in-your-space-so-neener hovering.) Pisses me right off, it does.

I'm really starting to wish moving out was easy. I don't want to leave the house, I just want to get away from Mom. Argh.

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So.

Today's scent: Hell's Belle.


Makes me feel quite the saucy wench, it does. It's vanilla-y and spicy and warm. I quite like it.

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Sweet.

Just did some proofing of an article for one of the office contact's venture capital, and found out the Chairman mentioned is also in charge of the company that developed Essure.

I'm suddenly so much more interested in working here, now. It's amazing what a modicum of actual interest in the company will do. (Versus disgustingly rich old people or (domestic) oil and gas investments.)

Today's horoscope

"In preparation for Friday's eclipse, try to clear the air of anything you are still suppressing. If you are into rituals, this would be a great time to light a candle, recap the previous month on a piece of paper, and then burn it. If you're not into rituals, then at least get outside where you can see into the distance. Looking at the tops of trees can help you move beyond your limitations."

Sounds like a plan; this last month has had plenty of fodder for suppression.

Food Log

Breakfast: Pecan Crunch granola bar(s) - 1 package of 2, about 200 cal.

Snack: Cran-grape juice; 1 cup coffee = 100 cal each --> 200 cal

Lunch: Chicken soft taco, chips & queso = 500 cal, give or take

Afternoon: coffee! 100 cal.

I'm probably close to 1000 calories (the taco had more sauce on it than I anticipated, even though I behaved on the queso dip, only using a little...) by now, so as long as I don't make a pig of myself at dinner, I should be fine. (Hell, I could just skip it. I usually do.)

Now, if the back of my quads would stop protesting, maybe I can get some decent exercise in soon. Work on the Plank osana or something low-impact like that.

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Okay.

New insta-recipe for a visit from Men-Men the Rag Faerie:

Take 1 really AWESOME-smelling Italian dinner that you aren't allowed to eat (catering event at the office).

Place just out of reach the next room over.

Let Kitty sit for an hour.

Cramps and MenMen should follow shortly after the hunger pains start.


...Bastards. DAMN but I want garlic bread and lasagna now.