No fate but the fate you make for yourself.
when the sun rises tomorrow. The carport AND porch are completely filled with crap. The pieces of three dressers, parts of a couple beds and bed frames, a box spring, and various and sundry other things that no longer belong in this house. A lovely white trash Christmas scene. (It will be gone by noon, but what a great thing to wake up to.)
On the bright side, it’s snowing!
NYC Board of Health approves trans fat ban
Personally, I don’t like this at all. You can’t legislate healthy habits, people will still eat like crap, and really, what’s next?
Got an email from little bro yesterday entitled, “Are you ready?” Um, OK, let’s consider my mental state of late – I’m not sure I’m “ready” for anything else at this point.
Opened it anyway, and discovered it was only, “Are you ready for a roommate?” Well, probably not, but too late now! So, he’s (finally) here for the duration and currently getting my TiVo setup. (And quite possibly on the verge of chucking a brick through the TV.)
I haven’t had an actual roommate since 1991, and that was in a college dorm. (I don’t count when living w/someone I’m involved with, to me that’s completely different.) I’ll admit, I’m a little concerned that I will be a horrid roommate.
It’s already hard to realize he’s going to actually be here – I have to drop my car off for service Wednesday night, I asked him if he could come get me Thursday to pick it up. He said, “As in, walk upstairs and we go get in the car?” Oh, yeah, I guess so.
But, I think it will be fine. Neither one of us is the type that “things must be done just so” when it comes to the way the house is, we aren’t the type to steal each other’s stuff out of the fridge, we have our own bathrooms, and we’ll be living on separate floors. Chances are we’ll rarely run into each other.
That, or in 6 months, we’ll be putting the house on the market and moving to opposite sides of the earth.
A slew of books are headed off to Children’s Hospital for Child’s Play, and I did my Toys for Tots shopping today. (
This is the part of Christmas I love. The rest of it doesn’t really matter.
So you don’t think I’ve gone completely mushy, I’m still fighting the urge to go out in the middle of the night and put some lawn ornaments in compromising positions…
First, as much as I think of Benadryl as a miracle drug, it’s failed me this time around. Spent the vast bulk of yesterday in a antihistamine coma on the couch, with a seriously messed up ear. Went out last night cause I was feeling slightly less than death, but desperately needed to get out of the house. Repeated again today, and when the last B-dryl wore off around 5 with really no decent improvement, I went old school. Shot of whiskey (Jameson’s if you’re interested) followed by sitting in a hot bath til my forehead broke out in a sweat, followed by another shot for good measure. Less than 1 hour and I had a cleared out ear and was feeling right as rain. So, don’t discount your grandma’s “liquor + whatever” home remedies.
The other thing I discovered tonight is – I’m the bar freak. ;) (Well, depends on who you ask.)
At the moment, I have some deadlines – some self imposed, some hard. Townhouse ready for sale by 1/1. Estate totally distributed by 12/31. Grandma arriving on 12/20. Granted, “Grandma” is the only truly hard deadline, but the other items I really, REALLY want to have done by those dates. Each is a fairly large project in and of itself. Lots of little things to make the big things happen.
I have a steno pad that I (now) keep in my pocketbook. The front side is writing ideas. The backside is the to-do list from hell. I’ve discovered that when I am out for last call at GD’s, that seems to be when I have those random “OMG, gotta do X to accomplish Y” thoughts. I realized I just need to have the damn notebook with me so I can write things down so I don’t have to remember them. I will readily admit that this is in no small part to the fact that I am a control freak, and if I have shit written down, I feel like I am just slightly more in control. Hence, the steno pad is with me at all times so I can write shit down.
It has actually greatly reduced my stress on these three pain in the ass projects. Once it’s written down, I don’t have to try to remember it anymore, and I can just let it go (and given how much runs through my head at 100MPH, this is a good thing), and I have a snowball’s chance in hell of actually remembering where my keys are since that part of my brain isn’t occupied with something else. Most of the folks that know me at GD’s know I have all this nonsense going on and understand why I might be sitting there having a Guinness or Irish Coffee and watching SportsCenter and suddenly pull it out and write something down, and that some nights, I just get my drink and go through the list and cross things off and add to it. Tonight I ran into someone who does not know this, and he was greatly concerned about my mental state. It took the better part of an hour to convince this well meaning (and I will say, somewhat burned out) gentleman that I was really OK, and that writing things down as I think of them really does keep me from going over the edge, and that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass if it looked weird or not. I told him to check in with me around mid-January and he’d see that I was a fair amount more laid back. :)
I think what cracked me up the most about the entire encounter was that by time all was said and done, he was praising me for knowing what I needed to do to keep myself from losing my mind and that perhaps I didn’t really need to “talk to someone” (ie, seek professional help) after all. Cause yeah, I am really going to seek professional help because I am a list-maker and will tend to those lists whenever the mood strikes me… ;)
No more drunken lawn mowing for you!
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Someone has set up a community for it: Holiday Wishes
Easier than stalking your f-list.
Well, it seems that it’s snowing everywhere else in the US, and here it’s 65 degrees… Granted, it’s not going to last, but it’s decidedly weird for December 1.
Sleep patterns are well and duly fucked – fell asleep (on the damn couch) around 2:30 and then was awake at 7AM this morning. Nothing quite like waking up and it’s still freakin’ dark outside. Somehow I see a nap in my future today. Or falling back asleep before the markets even open.
PODS redesigned their website, and it’s totally broken. So much for arranging delivery of my stuff online. Cox’s website is also fucked, which means I have to get on the phone with them, which I can’t say thrills me.
It’s going to be a long day.
I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since Sunday. My stress levels have been running high. Of course, this means ear infection time!
Spent the entire day burning it out with copious amounts of sleep and drugs.
Unfortunately, this means that my sleep patterns will be even further whacked out, and my stress levels aren’t exactly being helped by the complete loss of what could have been a perfectly productive day.
Whee.