you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here

[mimesere]

So, gafiating is not working in that way where all this me-time is mostly just giving me...me-time. I don't *like* me-time. I don't like being alone in my own head with nothing serving to distract me. Possibly this is indicative of things that would be better solved with, like, professional help or something but I really, truly do not like um. Navel-gazing. And waiting. Waiting is the *worst*. I am uncomfortable in my head and in my skin and there is this awful heavy feeling in my stomach that is not dread so much as it is an absolute knowledge that I am going to be rendered useless and purposeless and without the ability to do anything to help anyone.

I don't like being action-less. It makes me feel twitchy and not needed and replaceable and forgettable. I *am* replaceable and easy to dismiss, but that does not make me *like* it. Rargh.


Um. So, how do I go about finding competent and non-skeevy hospice care? Alternately, does anyone know anything about Vitas as an..."innovative hospice care" provider? They are discharging my sister from the hospital because there's nothing they can do for her now and my family is just...not equipped to deal with this.

Also, I suspect I will be moving soon because my mom is freaking out and crying and says she cannot live here anymore. Which, you know, is fair, as this house has not been the scene of Good Times. I don't know. Things are very much up in the air. Maybe she will pack us up and move to Vegas like she has been threatening for a while.

And, in a totally characteristic move, the position that my company is requisitioning for me has six other applicants, none of whom have experience, and who I will now have to *compete* against in a Demonstration of My Mad Training Skillz and the subsequent Interview Panel From Hell. Goddammit all to fuck. And I have to spend tomorrow being charming at government employees who have heard about our awesome (and as much as I rag on my workplace, it really is *awesome* for this) Pathways to Independence program for the visually impaired and the life-rehabilitated and are interested in picking our tasty training brains. On the one hand, yay! Networking! On the other hand, boo! Networking in an industry I have very little interest in! I should have just quit while the quitting was good. Stupid benefits and their seductive comfort.

I had yummy salad today, though. But Souplantation has removed their spinach until the whole diseased spinach thing has passed. This makes me sad as the only type of salad I truly love is made with spinach. Woe. They did have truly *awesome* black bean and chorizo soup, though. Also, I have a happy mix of jazzy swing type music and a Roy mix of um, other types of music which are also good and that makes me happy. Woo. Whiplash 180.

You are all watching Heroes, right? (heroestv and heroesfic, because yes, fox1013 and I obeyed when Jeph Loeb said "Pimp this show!" at Comic Con). Characters of color! Interesting women! Impending apocalypses! People who can fly! People who are indestructible! People who learn their physics from reading X-Men! PEOPLE OF COLOR WHO ARE AWESOME. BOTH GENDERS! MULTIPLE ETHNICITIES! AWESOME! The Grunberg! Leonard Roberts! Ali Larter! Um. I have much love. Clearly.

McDreamy is still a dick who should be eaten by a rabid hyena. Everyone else = Made Entirely of Win.

I'm going to go now. Yes.

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Company at th hospital? Or no, you said they checked her out?