I have nothing to complain about.

[naudiz]

Which is a real bitch because I feel like starting a thread, but I don't have anything interesting to say. It's been a pretty good day. I finished the ninth chapter of the HAWT FANTASY NOVEL I'm writing just for Cheffie, because he loves the genre so damned much. I had to do some revisions. Those sucked, but they went about as smoothly as they're going to. Later, I got one of those weird migraines that don't really hurt but make everything look like I just took a hit of LSD. I find it ironic that I have to take drugs to make the pretty colors go away.

I've experienced a dessert tonight that took mango puree and made it something rare and beautiful. It changed my life. I feel like I've found some kind of religion, but really, it's just panna cotta.

I'm wishing you Lit folks well. We all go through our ups and downs, and I feel kind of helpless when people aren't doing so well and there's nothing I can do to help. I'm not good at comforting words. I mean to say something eloquent and what comes out of me instead is, "Bummer, dude." But for what it's worth, I'm holding out hope for you.

I'm also padding my post-number so I can hit 1000 before I'm thirty. Time's closing in on me fast, friends. Give me post-fodder!

<insert surreal remark here>

 

[Wiggles]

Are those pretty colors you're describing kind of like a fuzz in the middle of your vision? That keeps getting bigger and bigger?

 

[nasty]

Go over to my suicidal threads. That's some interesting reading.

 

[naudiz]

Wiggles: Yes. I think they're called auras or something. I get them when I get migraines. Sometimes, I just get the auras and the pain never hits, like tonight.

Nasty: I went through a period of struggling with suicide a few years ago. I was very nearly a goner. It was painful. I've read the threads, and they aren't 'interesting reading'. They're the emotional equivalent of getting kicked in the stomach. I'm not good at offering advice on this subject because I remember that when I was at that point, nothing would console me. I finally went to my doctor and told her I was afraid I would kill myself if someone didn't intervene. That got me the help I needed. She was obligated by law to take me seriously. I'm better now. Life has meaning again, and it's a pretty beautiful thing from where I'm sitting. Wasn't always that way, and I'll never forget that. It just makes me treasure what I have all the more. Suicide is a touchy subject. I don't take it lightly. I've been too close to it myself to just pat someone on back and say there-there. It's serious, and if you're really thinking about it, then you need to get help. That's about all I have to say on the matter.

 

[glamorilla]

Heeeeey...i wonder if that'll get me out of paying rent!

 

[naudiz]

What, the migraine or the panna cotta?

 

[Dillinger]

Nice days are nice. I like them. I could use a nice, stress-free day... I'm working on it... *smile* - and I'm getting there...

Wishing you well too, my friend.

 

[naudiz]

My recipe for dealing with stress is ironically the very same thing that causes most of my stress: writing. I set aside a moment to just write it all out, everything that's bugging me. Somewhere in the middle of it, gallows humor kicks in and by the end I'm laughing at myself. Okay, it's a pretty lame recipe, but it works for me!

Always wishing you well, Dill.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

I love you too.

Bitch!

As previously stated... no bowie for you!

 

[naudiz]

It's good to be appreciated. Meanie.

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Is that what you call ICQ.. the apprecimeter?