tricia868: (2.99999999) a (positive) number that is less than three.

So are 1.345980804927

and 0.4095767098415

and 0.0000000000001

and 2.9999999999999.

Today, I would like to give all of you those numbers because, as typists the world over have long since realized, n, when n < 3, = a heart, and you've all won mine through charm or sincerity or courage or kindness or all of the above, plus something unique to you. I'm grateful to have you in my life.

I hope you're having a wonderful day and that life is being kind to you. If it's not, I have faith in your ability to pull through and make it to a better place again, and in the meantime, let me know if there's anything I can do, even if it's just listening or giving you a hug.
tricia868: (robot / reject your reality)
I'm in Maryland for Thanksgiving, then I'm meeting my family in Long Island for the weekend. Going to see Harry Potter with our friends there, and in general hanging out with awesome people all week.

Latest entry in the bizarre injury chronicles:
Last night, I was sitting on one side of the sofa with my computer. I shifted to kneeling at the other end to go sit next to Rak or see something on his computer, I don't remember what exactly.

When I went to move back, SOMETHING (presumably a ligament) shifted in my right knee. I must have moved exactly wrong. I couldn't move my knee. I could neither bend it further nor straighten it. I started shaking uncontrollably, teeth chattering, heart racing, and was really freaked out that I couldn't straighten my leg. About ten minutes later, still shaking and making with the teeth that sounded like maracas, it occurred to me that laying on this side for an extended period of time wouldn't be conducive to keeping my hip tendons from joining in the pain chorus.

When I tried to move, it hurt to not have my leg supported. (That knee had been resting on a few folds of a blanket when it happened.) And so, I put my hand underneath my thigh to move it... and whatever was out of place shifted back! I could move again! My fingertip hit in exactly the right place to apply the pressure needed to fix things. I had been rubbing my knee trying to feel out the problem to no avail, but that particular spot on my thigh just fixed it. It's a little sore but 100% functional and with full range of motion. Yay!
tricia868: (happy / skipping / singing (hachi))
A couple weeks ago I was stressed, and exhausted, and it was a bad day. I was at dance that Monday night, and I said something stupid. Someone corrected me immediately, and while I was in no mood to appreciate the attitude adjustment that night, I've been thinking about it for the past couple of weeks.

Me: "I have to dance tomorrow morning too."

The response: "You mean you get to dance tomorrow."

I'm not asking to be happy all the time, but I want my baseline attitude to be, "I get to dance tomorrow." I want to make sure that I do eventually come back to that idea when I become depressed and lethargic. I get to dance tomorrow. I can dance today if I want to. If I'm not up to dancing right this minute, it's okay, as long as I remember afterward that I love it and come back to it soon.

Since dancing has recently become a metaphor for all the positive influences I sometimes forget to keep a part of my life, that meant even more than he probably thought it did when he said it.
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No year's summaries from me.  With how introspective I've been lately, I think it would get a little angsty.  Instead, I just want to say  thank you  to all of the friends who helped me make it through the past year, both those I've known for years and those I've met more recently.  I don't know what I'd do without any of you... besides be a depressed and reclusive mess, that is.  I wish I could go through and give you all the more personal thanks you deserve, but I think the list would be longer than any of you would care to read, and longer than I have time to write tonight.

For all my stress today, the multiple near-crashes on the snow-roads from hell, the thinking I would be snowed in at my uncle's... It's a pretty damn good day.  Any day I get to see some of my best friends is wonderful, even if they are acting like immature five year olds or creepy pervs half the time.  *has actually punched both her guests (on the arm) hard enough to hurt a little tonight... which she never does*  XD  At least I wasn't involved in the catfights; I'm the mother hen of the household at the moment, despite being the youngest.  Seriously, I left them alone for 10 minutes to take a shower, and came back down to yelling about abuse and boobs having been touched.  Me:  "Stop it!  Dinner's ready, get your butts in the kitchen and eat!"  (We all love each other, really, even when I'm covering my ears and going "LALALA, I DIDN'T HEAR THAT!")   Aaaaaaanyways...

Happy New Year!  I wish you all untold happiness in the coming year, since you deserve that and more.

...I'll be up all night, as I'm being forced to go outside at sunrise and shout my wishes for the new year, so feel free to call and help me stay awake!  (...I'm pretty sure my cell number never got deleted from my facebook if you have me friended on there and feel like harrassing me~)


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