Lo, A Truth-Teller Walks Among Us

SmartassCripple. A flister linked this, and I nearly laughed myself to death because it's all true. It's the life. He describes it with more elan and good humor than I'm capable of these days, but maybe I'll rediscover my equanimity when I've a few more years on these bitter old bones.

Saved by the Judicious Application of TLC

No writing last night because I was a sloth, and for a while, it didn't look like there'd be much writing today because I awoke to the first stirrings of a panic attack. Fortunately, Roomie started massaging the spasming muscle immediately, so that eased much of the pain. Since pain is what ratchets up the anxiety and kicks off the vicious cycle of spasms, pain, anxiety, nausea, spasms, pain, anxiety, nausea, the attack never got off the ground, and the last of it was vanquished with a very hot shower. After that, I popped an Advil and went back to bed, and by the time I woke up, I was fine.

So I gobbled down some buttered corn and read another fifty pages of Clash of Kings to Roomie, and now I'm watching the ID network and eyeballing my bag of dried cranberries and my box of pumpkin pie Pop Tarts and gearing up to get my fictional romance on.

Tomorrow, we're going to see Judge Dredd because Karl Urban. Mmmm, Karl Urban.