The day after the day that sucked.

I'm good, friends. My friends. My friends of which none of whom are plumbers or hockey players or even hockey moms, although I can assure you that if I had a friend who was a hockey mom she'd be the most bad-ass hockey mom in all the land, with the orange slices and the juice boxes and a mean slapshot.

Those are the only kind of hockey mom friends I need. And I really can't wait for November 4, to put all of this ridiculosity to rest. CNN played a montage of the amount of times both of the candidates said "Joe the plumber" or some variation thereof today, several times over, and it occurred to me then as it's occurred to me often lately that we are a nation on the verge. Or maybe a nation that's there, just there, repeatin' the hockey and the plumber and the change and the alarming Three Stooges' "heh?" tic that McCain has over and over until we're all just going to one day explode in a huge global warming hug from God.

I hope it's a good hair day. I'd like to go out on one of those - just not today, which is one, so thanks.

Yesterday was a bad day, a bad hair day and a post-BlogHer, post-trip post-mortem of a day. And I have to say that writing through it is one of those things that I use this space for, or at least I did before and I'm trying to again, regardless of how I think it may bum some people out or make them think I'm crazy. I honestly don't really care at this point. I'm interested in feeling better and part of that is writing it down. When I don't I'm worse and when I do I'm better. It's an elemental part of me being better than I get when I'm down in the hole.

It's also really aggravating me that I can't write about the routine of my days right now, because I sat on a panel on Monday and told a room full of people that it is one of those things that I consider unbloggable. But I'll tell you one thing - when you're finally-once-and-for-all grieving an old loss that's been a long and hard time going, and you're in a weird transitional time, and you're freaking out about your weight (for reasons of health and comfort as well as the desire to fit into any sort of clothing) AND photos of you from high school (AWKWARD, and not the kind where Jennifer Garner goes "Oh, I was TOTALLY the ugly duckling in my high school," which always makes me want to punch a wall) are popping up on Facebook, you need a better environment than the one you are currently in, when you is me.

Just sayin'. Because that is all I can say. I really wish I could say more. I really, really, really wish I could say more.

But I can't. Because I have to pee and I have to catch a shuttle bus to my car. That is what I need to do. And that involves putting one foot in front of the other, which is actually working out today.

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[Donna]

Just wanted to pop in and say...you're a good writer. Keep it up. I'm a picky (snobby?) reader and a lazy writer and you always have something interesting to say and you say it well. Thanks...