GoodNews: I'm home relaxing with a marvelous percocet buzz.
BadNews: Being immobile (or almost immobile) is very frustrating for me since I'm a very hyper person with very long legs who's used to moving around quickly.

Good news: I love my new boots.
Bad news: they suck in this slushy, icy weather.

Good news: found a way to cut 10 minutes off my commute to work
Bad news: this still means it takes 50 minutes to get to work
Good news: baby had an 8 hour sleep block last night
Bad news: baby had a nasty cold and her lungs sound like sponges
Good news: nearly finished xmas shopping without entering a store

I don't do anything when I drive. I turn off the cell phone and even when I smoked, I didn't smoke while driving.

jon: rent a wheelchair and terrorize the streets. "Hey, look out , coming thru!" Play tag with the taxis.

Actually, it's wet and snowy out and with all the painkillers, I can't drink so going into a bar would be poitless. *sigh*

Good news: Holidays coming, I need a rest.

Bad news: I'm sad all the time, and the difference everyone sees is not me feeling better, it's jut me pushing through... Months and months now, still no improvement.

Good news: I got my new specs today. Well, the old specs but with new lenses. No more headaches!

Bad news: I'm trying to lose weight and am on Day 4 of the General Motors diet. I'm famished. But it's only for today. Tomorrow I can have meat!

Disclaimer : I don't normally follow strict diets, but my weight hasn't gone down in months, and I need the little moral boost, especially before the food excesses of next week.

Good news: Dave is all about getting me more money.
Bad news: This means I have to somehow come up with some sort of project/initiative that's 'good for the university.' Only problem is...I have no idea what I can do. Also, this means I'll have to drag my ass into the office more hours. I like my 32/week schedule, crap.

Good news: I'm almost done with my final exam.
Bad news: The hardest part is yet to come because I really need to get the bibliography done and I'm procrastinating because it's haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard and I'm laaaaaaaaaaaaazy.

Good/bad news: Pops, my brother, and my mother are all going to go do their own ghetto 'inspection' of the potential condo today. This is good because it's a step forward. The bad part is that I'm still not 100% on whether this whole thing is a good idea or not and it seems like NO ONE IN MY FAMILY WILL FUCKING LISTEN TO ME.

Bad news: My bestest homie seems to have really fallen on extremely hard times right now and I feel like a jackass because she brought up the whole thing about how she could move in with me (and bring her kid, and I really, really HATE children) and I know that I'm going to come off like the bad guy when I say no.

I meant 'morale boost'. Duh!

also, I really really hate it when you call someone who you know is available and they do that mid-ring hangup thing. If you want me to fuck off just let it ring the three or four times. Put the goddamn fone on silent anyway if you don't want to hear from people.

FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS EAT AND DRIVE.
UNLESS YOU'RE BUYING.

GOOD NEWS: My last exam is tonight!
BAD NEWS: AHH! My last exam is TONIGHT!!!

GOOD NEWS: Apparently a lot of people think I can pull of this whole moustachio'd look* which I did as a joke (two of my roommates decided to jokingly grow moustaches. So I trimmed my beard off into one).
BAD NEWS: I'm pretty sure I'm sick of it and that it makes me look like I belong on Reno 911.

*CAUTION: MOUSTACHE MAY APPEAR BETTER IN PHOTO THAN IN REAL LIFE.
I was going for Jesse Hughes, but it's been pointed out that, sans moustache, I look more like George Michael in the photo. I think that is hysterical.

sperose: congrats on the job progress, and tell your homie that your parents won't allow them to be resident.

Good news: I snowblowed the driveway this morning. It was a very satisfying task. I pretended I was driving a Zamboni and that everyone in the stands was cheering and appreciating my clean lines and intricate pattern.

Bad news: More snow and ice is coming tomorrow. Winter hasn't even officially started yet and I already hate it. In fact, it's snowing now. Sigh.

snowblew?

Good news: Had an interview yesterday that I thought went pretty well.
Bad news: I don't have anything else on the horizon job-wise.

Good news: Going to see my folks in Western MA next week.
Bad news: I don't have presents for them yet.

Bad news: I had a automotive-related panic attack last night in front of the new guy.

Good news: He was completely unphased, took me to get coffee, and held my hand until I calmed down. And then asked if I wanted to go out tomorrow night, so I guess it really didn't bug him even though I was really embarassed.

CitrusFreak: Ha! I totally thought George Michael, too.

Bad News: I have my three-month review today, and I hate reviews because they make me all nervous and stomach-clenchy and blerrggggh.

Good News: I don't actually care what these employers think of me, because this is for my "Just a paycheck" job. Plus, the review includes taking me out to lunch. Free lunch!

Bad News: All my grief-counseling clients seem to be having a really, really bad time dealing with the holiday season, and it's heartbreaking watching them feel so isolated and out-of-step with the world.

Good News: One little girl I'm seeing, whose sister died just a few days after being born, was saying last night that she's really sad about spending Christmas without her sister; I asked if there was anything she or the whole family could do to remember the sister. She turned to her mom and said that she wants to start saving up all her allowance so that she can donate it to the NIC Unit where the sister lived for those few days. For the last few months the girl had already, with her mom, been making blankets for the babies in the unit. When she told her mom about donating her allowance, her mom teared up and said, "You have such a big heart." I tear up every time I think about it; it's so so wonderful to see such wonderful people in the world.

occhi - that last point made me cry.
I'm realising that having a baby now makes me super-susceptible to any and all sad baby stories.

Good news: I measured my suitcase this morning and (providing that it's not overstuffed) it meets the requirements of carry-on bag, which means that I won't have to pay the $15 extortion fee to check it, which I absolutely, on principle, refuse to do. I'd pack two pairs of socks and underwear and a toothbrush in a grocery bag and do laundry daily before I'd pay an airline to check my bag.

Bad news: I'm going to have to lug my suitcase through the airport. And then I'm going to have to be one of those people who blocks the aisle for two minutes while trying to maneuver the suitcase into one of the overhead bins. Plus, someone (in addition to myself) is likely to get hit in the head, and many people will end up grumpy. None of this would happen if the goddamn airlines would drop that stupid checked bag fee.

Bad news: Spent all day Tuesday sleeping to avoid thinking, so today is the day my job loss is really setting in. I feel very ineffectual... just like I don't know what to do, and I should.

Bad news: It's my mother's birthday and I don't think she's received my email telling her about my job and that I can't visit for xmas, so now I need to phone her to wish her happy birthday and also break it to her that not only can I not visit but also I lost my job. Really dreading this.

Good news: I have my health.

Good news: I finished a major Xmas project.

Bad news: It took way more time and energy than I anticipated and this place is trashed and I will need to rest a few days before I can even think about tackling this mess and I hate living like a slob.

mudpuppie: Don't worry about the carry-on. !!!EVERYBODY!!! else is doing the exact same thing.

Good news: My presentation this morning went well and they are taking 5! of our ideas. I managed to steer the meeting back towards our research when the Head Honcho wanted to talk about something completely different.

Bad news: My causeless winter cough has returned, and brought some nosebleeds with it for fun I guess. I have bled from the face: on the sidewalk, in the bank, at a nice restaurant for dinner.

Good news: I'm going to a yankee swap tonight that the new man is throwing, and I'll get to meet all his friends (at once, OMG) and also get a present!

mudpuppie: Don't worry about the carry-on. !!!EVERYBODY!!! else is doing the exact same thing.

Yes, I know, and they've been doing it since the rollerbags became popular. But I've always found the practice to come with an inherent inconsideration for others, and now I'm going to be one of those people, and it irks me. The irkage only rates about $13.95, though, so I'm still not going to check my damn bag.

Good news: My Christmas lights look awesome. It's just a blue string of lights and some icicle lights across the windows outside, but I'm really pleased with them.

Good news: The lights are on a plug-in timer that you need a degree in electronics from MIT to set up, but for once I didn't throw away the instructions so they've been switching themselves on and off when they're told to, which is making me very happy.

More good news: At the opticians today they gave me a Christmas gift, all nicely wrapped. I was able to unwrap one end and slide it out. It's a Neal's Yard gift set - soap, shower gel, body butter, which I've re-sealed in the gift wrap to give to a friend who's celebrating her 11th AA anniversary soon.

Good news: Today was lovely and warm, after the freezing weather we've had for the last two weeks.

Good news: Bf and colleagues are planning their own business after being laid off from Adobe (their whole office is closing).

Bad news: They want to run the new business from our spare room, which will mean my bf will never leave the house. Like, literally never - he only leaves the flat now beacuse he has to attend meetings in person. I foresee major fights, and much drama, and me never getting a second alone at home (and I'm very much a person who needs their alone time at home). And it's winter so I can't suggest they work in the park with any semblance of legitimacy. Gah.

mudpuppie: do not worry about your carry-on. The airlines have created this situation with their insistence on charging for check-in (and $15? Hah! Here it's £15 per bag for the budget airlines).

And ej: Your opticians gave you a nice gift of toiletries? Please give me their name - my local Specsavers have likely never even heard of Neal's Yard.

Good news: I making tortellini alla panna for xmas dinner.
Bad news: I have never made it before.

Good news: I get to practice!
Bad news: I get to practice!

Good news: It's snowing!
Bad news: The wind has come back and it's a blizzard!

Good news: I love therapy. I do. It's so cleansing, and I feel like it's the only safe place I have to really say how I'm feeling.

Bad news: Mr. V is having a tough time with the medication this time around; both of my kids are f***ing off in school and I have a conference meeting with the youngest ones' teachers on Monday; money is really, REALLY tight this year so I'm not done Christmas shopping yet.

Good news: A co-worker discovered a glitch on our paychecks that will give everyone who has worked 52 weeks in the last three years a refund of $400.00. We are supposed to get it this Friday. Yeeee! I'll be able to finish the Christmas shopping!!

good news: I got my grocery shopping done, my gift wrappind done, and my hair cut today.

Bad news: This might be my only day off this week. Heckuva way to spend it. :(

Good news: tomorrow is my last day for two weeks. Bliss.

Bad News: I just discovered I made a stuff up. I got something mixed up and didn't change the right thing, and the ad got printed with the wrong name in it. My colleague is going to kill me.