well, it is MY journal, so it's all about me, right?

Ack, a week has gone by with no posts from me. I just picked up my paper journal, yesterday, and realized I haven't made any entries since last October. :( But the stresses are building up to the point I've been thinking for a few weeks now that I need to get back to my paper journal, and I expect today I'll be spamming with posts. Possibly I'll try to make some of them back posts so it won't be quite as bad for you, dear friends. :)
( cut for dullness because it's just work stress - I mean, seriously, skip this, it's all just me blowing off steam )

Thank your stars you didn't have to read all that.

( home and family stuff )

So, yes, it's not that I have nothing to write about, it's just that it's all such an ongoing tangled mess, and things haven't been resolving themselves in nice, neat ways, and I don't want to bore with a bunch of bitching, and especially where so much of it is about work, which nobody wants to hear about. Instead I've been writing paper letters. Woe unto them who receive them, unfortunately - ten or more pages, often, of this kind of thing.

In things that amuse me at work - a guy was trying to describe an area of the body: "Where the torso meets the leg. Where the leg meets the torso. They know each other, they've been introduced."

:)