This journal is for me, as I keep reading in others' journals, so it should be okay to be whiney. And I posted it for me.
What I didn't expect was for so many people to write me words of encouragement.
I'm feeling... discouraged about the messy house, but caring less.
and mostly encouraged.
Perhaps it helped innure myself to it, reading the rant over, each time I scanned down an update email to read a reply.
I also got phone calls tonight. And a package containing frogs. Bath oil frogs, a fridge magnet frog and squeaky frog.
Flar called, and told me to do whatever the plumbers said.
Knight called, to tell me he loves me.
I'm going to put together the Rookettes stuff, and see if I have time for a bath after all. Light all the candles and squeak my frog.
