Hello, I must be blowing....
Jul. 28th, 2010 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyBlergh. I don't usually have nightmares, but this morning I woke from a double-header (after all of two hours sleep) and stayed awake. First one was something about a fight with a serial killer, the second segued out of it---I *thought* I was awake in my bedroom, and I could hear a group of guys in my back yard. I got out of bed and prowled down the hall in the dark, thinking if they attempted to break in that I'd dart back to the office and dial 911.
Woke with my heart hammering, pretty sure I was awake this time, halfway convinced that I'd left my keys in the front door (I hadn't), and since it was a little before 6 AM, and dawn was about to break, I tried to convince myself that it was safe to go back to sleep, but the flight-or-fight response was still strong.
In addition, I am either comming down with a headcold---sinuses are leaking madly---or I managed to give myself a bleach reaction by sitting in the shower scrubbing the walls during last night's cool-down. (Trying to soothe the monster heat-rash or flesh-eating bacteria on my chest.) Mb turned me on to Mr Clean Magic Erasers, which really do work wonders, even more so when assisted by spray-on Clorox cleaner. I've been working on my shower stall, which I'm pleased to say, no longer looks like a crossword grid from all the ickiness. So it could be a headcold, or a meltdown from bleach fumes, or hantaavirus. Managed to dig out some decongestant (need more) and a box of tissues (ditto) and am thinking longingly of bed.
Was supposed to go to a cooking demo at the library yesterday with Mb. She bowed out after a really rough Monday. I went alone and can say she didn't miss much. It was supposed to be summer rolls with rice paper---I expected something like a spring roll, which is crunchy, but they were rubbery and nasty and I was massively underwhelmed.
Picked up a few library books, then headed over the bridge. Got side-tracked from my plans by the sight of a "Clearance!" sign in the window of Fashion Bug. It's been so long since I've had any discretionary cash at all...I found pants in a 30 TALL marked down from $24.99 to $4 (I got two pairs, but there were more on the rack---but how many pairs of navy trousers does one gal need?) Got an orange tank for even less---maked down PLUS an additional 20% off because of a hole from the security tag that won't show under a jacket or shirt---and two tops, one white with an ornamental neckline (I'll get pix) and a pink and dark grey kimono-style top which fits divinely and will go with assorted pieces already in my wardrobe.
Spent upwards of an hour in there trying things on---much more than I actually bought. Tried several skirts, which either made my ass look five miles wide or I couldn't sit down in them. Got home and realized my mid-back hurts...probably from squirming in and out of all those outfits.
It may sound like I'm bellyaching, but I'm not; for the first time in quite a while, I'm not madly stressed about bills/food/gas money, and that's such a relief that I could probably shrug off MDR-TB. I'm such a cheery wench!
Clearly, I am spending too much of my free time thinking about Harlan County...I'm wanking more than writing, though. I have a happy little soap opera going in my head, which is wall-to-wall Boyd and a cast of OCs...I call it the "Pillar of the Community" 'verse. One of the books I snagged from the library was Elmore Leonard's "Tishamingo Blues". I also grabbed "White Trash Cooking". (What?!) Have been checking IMDb compulsively to find out when the DVDs of Justified Season 1 are coming out, but no word yet.
Speaking of OCs, I had a request from someone at ff.net to run my OC Tranh from Finish as a player character in a RPG. I said yes. It's a terrific compliment, and might lure another couple readers to it.
Can't think of anything else off the top of my head. At this rate, I'll sleep all afternoon, which will derail my attempts to get back to something like a normal sleep schedule. (Almost wrote 'sheep' schedule. Uh-HUH.)
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Woke with my heart hammering, pretty sure I was awake this time, halfway convinced that I'd left my keys in the front door (I hadn't), and since it was a little before 6 AM, and dawn was about to break, I tried to convince myself that it was safe to go back to sleep, but the flight-or-fight response was still strong.
In addition, I am either comming down with a headcold---sinuses are leaking madly---or I managed to give myself a bleach reaction by sitting in the shower scrubbing the walls during last night's cool-down. (Trying to soothe the monster heat-rash or flesh-eating bacteria on my chest.) Mb turned me on to Mr Clean Magic Erasers, which really do work wonders, even more so when assisted by spray-on Clorox cleaner. I've been working on my shower stall, which I'm pleased to say, no longer looks like a crossword grid from all the ickiness. So it could be a headcold, or a meltdown from bleach fumes, or hantaavirus. Managed to dig out some decongestant (need more) and a box of tissues (ditto) and am thinking longingly of bed.
Was supposed to go to a cooking demo at the library yesterday with Mb. She bowed out after a really rough Monday. I went alone and can say she didn't miss much. It was supposed to be summer rolls with rice paper---I expected something like a spring roll, which is crunchy, but they were rubbery and nasty and I was massively underwhelmed.
Picked up a few library books, then headed over the bridge. Got side-tracked from my plans by the sight of a "Clearance!" sign in the window of Fashion Bug. It's been so long since I've had any discretionary cash at all...I found pants in a 30 TALL marked down from $24.99 to $4 (I got two pairs, but there were more on the rack---but how many pairs of navy trousers does one gal need?) Got an orange tank for even less---maked down PLUS an additional 20% off because of a hole from the security tag that won't show under a jacket or shirt---and two tops, one white with an ornamental neckline (I'll get pix) and a pink and dark grey kimono-style top which fits divinely and will go with assorted pieces already in my wardrobe.
Spent upwards of an hour in there trying things on---much more than I actually bought. Tried several skirts, which either made my ass look five miles wide or I couldn't sit down in them. Got home and realized my mid-back hurts...probably from squirming in and out of all those outfits.
It may sound like I'm bellyaching, but I'm not; for the first time in quite a while, I'm not madly stressed about bills/food/gas money, and that's such a relief that I could probably shrug off MDR-TB. I'm such a cheery wench!
Clearly, I am spending too much of my free time thinking about Harlan County...I'm wanking more than writing, though. I have a happy little soap opera going in my head, which is wall-to-wall Boyd and a cast of OCs...I call it the "Pillar of the Community" 'verse. One of the books I snagged from the library was Elmore Leonard's "Tishamingo Blues". I also grabbed "White Trash Cooking". (What?!) Have been checking IMDb compulsively to find out when the DVDs of Justified Season 1 are coming out, but no word yet.
Speaking of OCs, I had a request from someone at ff.net to run my OC Tranh from Finish as a player character in a RPG. I said yes. It's a terrific compliment, and might lure another couple readers to it.
Can't think of anything else off the top of my head. At this rate, I'll sleep all afternoon, which will derail my attempts to get back to something like a normal sleep schedule. (Almost wrote 'sheep' schedule. Uh-HUH.)
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