Weekend stuff, DST and its evil, meathate Monday

It's one of thse times where I look back on the last three days and think "eh, I didn't do all that much" and then I think about what I actually did do and I'm all "huh, okay, maybe I was a wee bit busy." Only a wee bit though. :)

Saturday night, courtesy of a VIP ticket purchased for me by grinninfoole and a ride down and back with verbena76 and aersi, I made it to Bon Appetit Burlesque for the first time in months, and while I'd seen a few of the acts before (hell, I remember assisting with Dot Mitzvah's baby doll act last time she performed it here) it was still a very fun show. It was also good to see a few folk I hadn't seen in a while, notably the Foole, stormslegacy and coureton, who was the featured artist. (Had I the money I would have bought the print of Anthro-Twilight Sparkle reading a stack of books, both because it was adorbs and also because cell23's head would have exploded.) Most fun of all, I wore The Fancy Coat, mostly because I knew Hors D'oeuvres would squee over it in high drag queen fashion. Which she did. By which she said "Gurl, you better not put that coat down or I might steal that shit." Yes, I win everything.

Oh. Speaking of winning stuff. I volunteered to play one of the games during the show, which turned out to be playing Simon Says with an adorably drunk Hors. I am a boss at this game, y'all. It came down to me and one other girl and Hors tried several times to get us to fuck up but we were having none of that shit, so finally she threw up her hands and was all like "Hors Says you both get prizes, fuck it!" High five and group hug, lol. The prize I ended up with was a $75 gift certificate to Off the Map Tattoo in Easthampton, and then later the Foole gave me the $25 one he'd gotten earlier in the evening for essentially volunteering to sexy dance during the crowd warmup, soooooo I have $100 worth of tattoo on my desk right now. Rather coincidentally, it's coming on the four year mark since I got my left shoulder done (a week, in fact), so I thinking it's time I got the three letters in my icon inked into my other shoulder finally. Evil could use a touchup too. So... excited about that. Also amused that on the rare occasions that I win things it's in reward for doing very silly things - like winning Gamestop money for winning staring contests against people at PAXEast last year.

Oh that reminds me, I need to see if those passes have arrived and make sure H still wants to buy them off me.

Sunday started a little hectic because I woke up late due to the stupid time change (why are we still doing that? seriously, why?) and thus had to clean the downstairs at warp speed before hosting folk for Rome. After which I shamelessly did nothing but bead up a storm and marathon Lost Girl via Netflix. Dear gods, I'm so in love with this silly sexy confection of a show. I'm about due for a bead post, I'll take pictures after I finish this row. I also called to check up on Dad (out of the hospital, in good spirits, complaining that I haven't come to see him in a while, and still amused that when he asks about cell23 I generally reply with "eh, I haven't murdered him yet"), then called Amastan and Ale to wish Stan a happy birthday. That ended up with us Facetiming via iPads which was very cool because it felt like I was actually sitting in their dining room participating in the MY GOD YOU'RE OLD ribbing. Oh technology, you're so awesome. Anyway, I went back to the beading and TV until I abruptly realized that cell23 and I did not have any clean work clothes, so some late night laundry had to happen *le sigh*

Alas, that had some consequences today, because today was a cavalcade of suck. Started with the irritating discovery that while it's nice to have a longer afternoon, DST has robbed me of my morning light so I have to get up in the dark again. Son of a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. Then little sleep plus skipping the morning coffee meant I was a zombie all day, and on top of being dog tired, around 11:30 I started having awful gastrointestinal issues - nausea, horrid cramping, running to the bathroom a lot, and not being able to eat anything despite being hungry because food = more nausea and pain. *whine* Since I didn't want to blow all of my sick time, I toughed it out, but not even going to lie, I came home, crawled into bed with the cats and passed right the hell out for a couple of hours. Damn it, hasn't science gotten to the point where they can just grow me a new intestine out of my dandruff or something? :P

Well, hopefully tomorrow will be better, and then Wednesday, thank fuck, is payday. I think I need to stock up on emergency non-solid food for these sorts of attacks - research miso soup mixes and start buying Ensure again. :P

I finally acknowledged to cell23 that i've been in weird to bad headspace lately. It's been a rollercoaster of a month between the car/money crunch, paternal medical drama on both fronts (and it always seems to be both of them at the same time!), and me just being mopey and sad lately. He suggested that I might be a touch seasonally affected, and I think he may be right - not only do I not function well when cold, it feels like we've had exactly one sunny day in the last month, and the neverending grayness is getting to me. Also there are people in my monkeyspace having lifechanging Big Stuff going on and I'm having a resurgence of the MY GOD WHAT IS MY LIFE AND WHAT AM I DOING WITH Its. And there's this weird thing going on where I've been feeling incredibly lonely lately, and reacting to this in the most unproductive way possible, which is to withdraw further into my cave and not reach out. The Manbeast thought that might be a control thing, that by withdrawing I'm trying in some way to own/take control of the lonely rather than just let it happen to me. Some measure of truth to that. *sigh* so yeah, that's happening too. Also apparently have to reexplore the porousness of my boundaries, something got past them recently that is giving me the oogies, so have to figure out what to do with that.

Anyroad, I got nothing else, so I leave you with a NSFW mashup of "Under The Sea" and "Ms. New Booty." Because the internet is full of terrible childhood-ruining people and I love it.

Brat out.