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If today's any indication this is shaping up to be a bad cycle - I've had a persistent headache since yesterday, not to mention the usual cramps and digestive side-effects. Also see emotional stability on the fritz, page 387. Figured I'd give everyone fair warning to flee in terror, and forgive me if you hear me cursing your quickly disappearing backs. Couple this with the fact that I've been on a steadily worsening depression spike since, oh Wednesday (may or may not be related), and yeah. Bitch of it all is I can't soothe myself with either ibuprofen or my usual I'm-eating-this-don't-you-judge-me food owing to intestinal 'splode potential. *sigh* really, if this continues, I'm going to ask my gyn next week about the practical ramifications of ripping out the whole apparatus entirely, since it serves me no practical purpose other than causing me various forms of pain.
So far the snow is wet, nonsticky and heavy with disappointment. I suppose this is good considering in about an hourish I take off from the office to Worcester to see Dr. Cave and non-slippery Pike is good Pike. Still, dreary bleak weather is doing nothing for my overall mood/outlook on life/what have you. *sigh* Thank heavens for shrink appointment on Monday, eh?
Kitchen shears are wonderful things when you're too lazy to cut up chicken with normal knives. Snippety snip snip snip oh hai, lookit, cut up chicken bits! and hay, leftovers for today, if I get a chance to eat them in amid running hither and yon all over Massachusetts today.
In side news, Netflix streaming is a wonderful thing sometimes if you need the sort of television you can leave on and idly listen to without really having to pay too much attention. I just got through a PBS documentary on the history of Broadway from the Ziegfeld Follies to Wicked. Shit, I miss Broadway. Mom loved showtunes more than a gay florist, so I was pretty much raised on it, and there was the insane wonderful season around 1989 or so where somehow we managed to hit every major production playing. And of course there's a part of me that still feels a little betrayed that after years of stating "Now and Forever" Cats actually closed, making forever roughtly equivelant to 18 years. (you'd think I'd have learned something about the changeable nature of forever from that.) Bah. I did want to see it again sometime. I honestly haven't seen anything new in a very long while (try pre-RENT), and I do want to see The Lion King and Wicked at some point. I think one of these weekends I'll go home and then hit up the tkts line.
Anyway, enough woolgathering for the morning. Off to get productive things done before I hit the road.
If today's any indication this is shaping up to be a bad cycle - I've had a persistent headache since yesterday, not to mention the usual cramps and digestive side-effects. Also see emotional stability on the fritz, page 387. Figured I'd give everyone fair warning to flee in terror, and forgive me if you hear me cursing your quickly disappearing backs. Couple this with the fact that I've been on a steadily worsening depression spike since, oh Wednesday (may or may not be related), and yeah. Bitch of it all is I can't soothe myself with either ibuprofen or my usual I'm-eating-this-don't-you-judge-me food owing to intestinal 'splode potential. *sigh* really, if this continues, I'm going to ask my gyn next week about the practical ramifications of ripping out the whole apparatus entirely, since it serves me no practical purpose other than causing me various forms of pain.
So far the snow is wet, nonsticky and heavy with disappointment. I suppose this is good considering in about an hourish I take off from the office to Worcester to see Dr. Cave and non-slippery Pike is good Pike. Still, dreary bleak weather is doing nothing for my overall mood/outlook on life/what have you. *sigh* Thank heavens for shrink appointment on Monday, eh?
Kitchen shears are wonderful things when you're too lazy to cut up chicken with normal knives. Snippety snip snip snip oh hai, lookit, cut up chicken bits! and hay, leftovers for today, if I get a chance to eat them in amid running hither and yon all over Massachusetts today.
In side news, Netflix streaming is a wonderful thing sometimes if you need the sort of television you can leave on and idly listen to without really having to pay too much attention. I just got through a PBS documentary on the history of Broadway from the Ziegfeld Follies to Wicked. Shit, I miss Broadway. Mom loved showtunes more than a gay florist, so I was pretty much raised on it, and there was the insane wonderful season around 1989 or so where somehow we managed to hit every major production playing. And of course there's a part of me that still feels a little betrayed that after years of stating "Now and Forever" Cats actually closed, making forever roughtly equivelant to 18 years. (you'd think I'd have learned something about the changeable nature of forever from that.) Bah. I did want to see it again sometime. I honestly haven't seen anything new in a very long while (try pre-RENT), and I do want to see The Lion King and Wicked at some point. I think one of these weekends I'll go home and then hit up the tkts line.
Anyway, enough woolgathering for the morning. Off to get productive things done before I hit the road.
