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vanillafluffy) wrote2009-05-04 05:30 pm
vanillafluffy) wrote2009-05-04 05:30 pm
Brain dump
Saturday: Agita at work. Uber-boss is on the rampage, cancelling time off that people have already reserved---my happy little block from 8:45-10 PM Thursday has gone away, which only increses my desire to see her hit by a train. NOT a good day; I was sleep deprived---Asbury Arms spring sale, one especially worthwhile thing: I've been looking for a pot big enough to boil enough macaroni to take in for hospitality. Total of six hours sleep, broken into two three-hour blocks. Could not brain, very frustrating.
Got home, Harper's Island. Not to reveal any major plot points without a cut, but this week's death is really going to muddy the waters, and as I've mentioned elsewhere, *won't* it be ironic if this is the body that actually kicks off a hardcore investigation? (No Sheriff Daddy this week, bummer! And no one has missed the bridesmaid with the yappy little dog yet, which really amuses me out of all proportion.)
Sunday: Stress, hormones, Mercury retrograde, whatever---I got weepy at church and sat for a while after service talking with CapeGypsy and Wolfy, both of whom had comforting and constructive things to say. I calmed down, got some food, went and sat down and got tag-teamed by two more gals who decided to stir the pot. I didn't need that, really I didn't, and since saying "Leave me the fuck alone, okay?" is not the proper attitude to take with people who think they're helping you, I ended up bolting for the door.
The rest of the afternoon didn't go much better. I have Friday, the 8th off, reserved well in advance for Star Trek---a bunch of us from church were going to see it in a group. Got an email saying "Oh joy, we're going to go on Saturday!" which set me off, since I DON'T have that kind of flexability. FINE. I'll go see it by myself. Did, however, get a later email saying StormValkyrie and hubby are having a housewarming party on the evening of the 8th, which mollified me somewhat. I don't mind seeing movies by myself so much, but missing parties sucks even worse.
Pain killer I took for my tooth helped, as did watching one of my favorite Mission: Impossible eps, the one where they're trying to get the old gangster to think it's 1937. I think I last saw that ep back in 1970-ish, but I remembered the plot quite vividly. What I didn't remember was that the gangster is played by William Shatner---too bad it wasn't from a season with Paris, that would've been perfect!
Today, I couldn't get through to Kat---her phone kept going immediately to voice mail---then she showed up on my doorstep a couple minutes after 12. We went out for lunch---I had my usual beef tips over noodles, but someone didn't drain the noodles very well---they were rather watery. Surprising, since that place has good food, overall.
Then we browsed the Sharing Center (thrift store), and for $1 I got a nice little trumpet-shaped lamp shade for my desk lamp. This is the little tan lamp that I got last fall at Asbury...it's had an old barrel-style shade on it, but this one is better in proportion to the size and shape of the lamp.
I'm off to Supper Club momentarily; hopefully no one is going to be too helpful---I'm feeling friskier today, but more likely to be bitchy than weepy, I think.
No Heroes for a while, but CSI: Miami looks intense, and I think I'll have to make a cougar icon if I'm going to comment....
Got home, Harper's Island. Not to reveal any major plot points without a cut, but this week's death is really going to muddy the waters, and as I've mentioned elsewhere, *won't* it be ironic if this is the body that actually kicks off a hardcore investigation? (No Sheriff Daddy this week, bummer! And no one has missed the bridesmaid with the yappy little dog yet, which really amuses me out of all proportion.)
Sunday: Stress, hormones, Mercury retrograde, whatever---I got weepy at church and sat for a while after service talking with CapeGypsy and Wolfy, both of whom had comforting and constructive things to say. I calmed down, got some food, went and sat down and got tag-teamed by two more gals who decided to stir the pot. I didn't need that, really I didn't, and since saying "Leave me the fuck alone, okay?" is not the proper attitude to take with people who think they're helping you, I ended up bolting for the door.
The rest of the afternoon didn't go much better. I have Friday, the 8th off, reserved well in advance for Star Trek---a bunch of us from church were going to see it in a group. Got an email saying "Oh joy, we're going to go on Saturday!" which set me off, since I DON'T have that kind of flexability. FINE. I'll go see it by myself. Did, however, get a later email saying StormValkyrie and hubby are having a housewarming party on the evening of the 8th, which mollified me somewhat. I don't mind seeing movies by myself so much, but missing parties sucks even worse.
Pain killer I took for my tooth helped, as did watching one of my favorite Mission: Impossible eps, the one where they're trying to get the old gangster to think it's 1937. I think I last saw that ep back in 1970-ish, but I remembered the plot quite vividly. What I didn't remember was that the gangster is played by William Shatner---too bad it wasn't from a season with Paris, that would've been perfect!
Today, I couldn't get through to Kat---her phone kept going immediately to voice mail---then she showed up on my doorstep a couple minutes after 12. We went out for lunch---I had my usual beef tips over noodles, but someone didn't drain the noodles very well---they were rather watery. Surprising, since that place has good food, overall.
Then we browsed the Sharing Center (thrift store), and for $1 I got a nice little trumpet-shaped lamp shade for my desk lamp. This is the little tan lamp that I got last fall at Asbury...it's had an old barrel-style shade on it, but this one is better in proportion to the size and shape of the lamp.
I'm off to Supper Club momentarily; hopefully no one is going to be too helpful---I'm feeling friskier today, but more likely to be bitchy than weepy, I think.
No Heroes for a while, but CSI: Miami looks intense, and I think I'll have to make a cougar icon if I'm going to comment....
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I actually love going to the movies by myself! (I enjoy going in groups as well, but going by myself is just a lot of fun.)
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I'd been looking forward to going with the group...but since I tend to zoom down to the front row anyway, it'll probably work out better this way.
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Bitch!
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New icon? Love it!
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As for the icon, it's sorta new. I've had it for a few months, just never uploaded it til now. And she originally had glasses, but I removed 'em!
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I've started taking some hormones which are helping me through this middle-age thing. I am sleeping better and not crying AS MUCH.
Sometimes, it all gets overwhelming and a good cry is in order. However, I DO NOT like it when folks stick their nose in when it's not asked for..I can understand why you bolted for the door!
Hope that your week is better. My boss was being a total ass hole last week and I emailed him and demanded an apology. I got it.
I will no longer put up with people disrespecting me or treating me like gum under their shoe. I know we all need our jobs but we also have to stand up for ourselves...Commie bastards.
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I need to find a primary care doc. I have a bunch of little things I'm having problems with, plus the perimenopause thing. It's true: Growing old is NOT for sissies.
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