Saturday Night

The weather is just miserable.

It's amazing how much better a shower has made me feel. Well, that and borrowing a working monitor from someone. Fortunatly, since I can't afford to replace mine at the moment, there seems to be a spare one at my Mom's, and I'll bring it back here after I visit them in a few weeks.

I realized, when I threw on a t-shirt to run out tonight, how much weight I've lost. I hadn't worn this t-shirt (which is from eight or nine years ago) in a long time...I had planned on sacrificing it to the painting gods, when I finally get around to painting the tables. It's a fabulously cool t-shirt, and it fits...comfortably. Weird.

The bank seems to have stopped holding my paycheck hostage. This means that things like grocery shopping and an oil change can happen tomorrow. Presuming, of course that I've gotten some reasonable amount of sleep.

My sleep schedule is either really off, or I'm just requiring far more sleep than previously. I think it's actually some combination of both-from having not been able to sleep on Thursday night, dreading Friday's appointment, and just being run down from everything. I've been spiking fevers again too...where it will go way up for a couple of hours and then hover around where it's usually been, and actually, now it's only about a half a degree higher than my normal (which is about two or so degrees below average.)

Dad sent me e-mail asking for an explanation of what's actually wrong with me. I don't have a good answer. I'll e-mail him back something later this weekend...he's got enough to worry about. And I'm not sure I could put up with another three months of feeling like this before they can diagnose CFS, if that's what this is. Mom of course still says I'm being a wimp. The funny thing about e-mail from my Dad though...things I'd never put up with from anyone else, I just sort of ignore. My Dad sends e-mails in all caps. And he'll probably never quite get that sending e-mail like that is the equivalent of shouting. It's enough of an accomplishment that he's learned to send me e-mail.


I'm still grumpy that I just didn't have enough energy to go hang out with meepkitty this weekend. It drives me to frustration that I just don't have enough energy to do stuff I like to do and want to do. I'm still trying to figure out the balance between too much and enough, and I seem to overdo it a bit too often. I know for example that Ren Faire will almost certainly be overwhelming, and it would be wise to plan that for a Saturday, or a Sunday if I'm not working on Monday.

I am looking forward to the Iron Chef special tomorrow night. In fact, there's an episode on in a few minutes which I haven't seen, so perhaps I'll watch.

Oh, and melaniesue72, I hope you're feeling better.

Confidential to rdhdsnippet

I know you think I'm weird for that whole food with heads thing...

but have you head the commercial for Goldfish crackers where it says "the snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off"

You can't tell me that isn't enough to make people squirm.

Ambiguous Cartoon Lesbian?

( Minus the sports part, this is true! )

Soundtracks

I've had one of those days I don't get too often anymore...a day of just enjoying me. (Okay, it's only a bit past 5 PM, and that feeling may disappear, but we'll see.)

I'm making a concerted effort not to go crazy over things I haven't gotten done...vaccuming, getting the oil in the car changed, moving boxes, and taking pleasure in having gotten done what I did get done, namely polishing my toenails and lots of grocery shopping and making some lunches for the week.

I've done a lot of reading in the last couple of days...re-reading the Harry Potter books for some reason. They're familiar and comforting. I can get lost in them still, lose track of things.

Still going crazy with the MP3s. But it's nice to have them right here, no looking for the CDs that I want...and shuffle play is so easy...one track from this band, one from another. It's too easy. But it suits my mercurial temperment. I'm often a radio surfer when I drive because I can't stick with any one station too long.


On the music front-I've always been a big music fan...lots of variety. But lately, I've been really hearing the soundtrack of my life. What was going on that this or that song related to. Where did I hear this or that, why do I remember this song or that one. (The current song is from high school-junior year, when Andrea (who I lost touch with years ago) and I used to suffer though the worst math class I ever took. I think that's what ruined math for me even more than it already was.) Who played this or that artist for me...why did I love this song then? I wish I knew why music has so much meaning in my life. It just sticks.