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1) woke up to being used as luxurious kitty throne by aersi and verbena76's big love of a dumb fuzzy black cat. Mornings should all start that way.

2) spent most of today playing with Kidzilla and the Little Man. I rather like playing Dinosaurs - I get to be the T-Rex and get my stomp stomp stomp raaaaaaaawr on. Also the Little Man has the best dimples and the most infectious giggle evar - I could seriously spend all day making him laugh.

3) So you know how I have a "nonconsensual wildlife" tag? Today warrants a "nonconsensual parents" tag. Let's just say I met cell23's this evening. No worries, it went well, but I think both I and his mom wanted to kill him for lack of heads up (he just kinda drove me over there). He's been duly punished for it though, so it's all good. We'll ignore that he did turn out to be right in how to get that particular meeting over with, but I'm still going to have my self-conscious BAP moment about how I was wearing just about the last thing I'd want to meet anyone's parents in and thanking all that's holy that I at least had freshly shaved armpits. Yes I was having a girl moment, shut up. At least there were ridiculously cute kitties to play with over there. Oh look distraction, yay!

Seriously though... dodgy methodology notwithstanding, there's a rather large bit of me that's both relieved that this went well and that it's over with, and also... gods. Y'all just don't know how nice it is not to feel like someone's dirty little secret anymore... 


Bed nau. I have a boyfriend to glomph.

Terrible days often have lessons buried in all this shit, and my day yesterday between 11am and 4:30pm was terrible. In fact, with a few moments of exception, I could venture it was a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, but considering that title kinda goes by default to the three times I've ended up in the Cooley Dickonson emergency room with the near death experience du jour, I won't go there. Yesterday was merely terrible and due to an argument I'm currently having with the girlparts I suspect partially hormonally fuelled in its horror.

Anyway, lessons taken from yesterday.

1) For the love of god, drink water like a camel attempting a cross-Saharan jog before ANY doctor's appointment and for good measure guzzle down a large coffee chased with red bull. Anything to raise the goddamn blood volume and pressure so it doesn't take two visits to the lab and four needlesticks to get ONE vial of blood. My left wrist is still sore from all the needle wiggling that was done.

2) I have a bell curve of emotional hyperdrive. There's the slow smolder at the beginning, which as shit gets worse flowers into full blown hysteria. Once the hysteria stage is reached, the LEAST helpful thing for me is kindness, fawning, sympathy and all around being nice to me. I lost it in the phlebotamists chair because I was freaking out about having to do this again after my day had already gone to shit, and she was being NICE to me and I ended up bawling myself to headacheland and telling her exactly why my day had melted down. This did not help. This was embarrassing. What did help was sixswordsamurai asking why the hell I had such a stick up my ass and to get the hell over myself. Which I then said, oh, yeah, okay, scrubbed off my face and got on with my day.

Note, hugs and love and crap? yes please, this is all good and welcome and encouraged usually. Don't be an ass just cause I'm in a bad mood. But if I'm blubbering incoherently like a three year old? Slap some sense into me.

3) it used to take me exactly 20 minutes to get over anything. This has telescoped into 3 hours. This has to be fixed. Gods.

4) La Veracruzana remains more tasty than Bueno y sano. Slightly cheaper too.

5) I actually CAN function when everything feels like it's coming down around my ears, but don't expect me to be a ray of fucking sunshine while doing so. I will be surly, quiet, and occasionally bitchy and will probably want to be left the hell alone (but ask first, as this is not always true), but shit will get done if it absolutely has to. I'm frankly grimly impressed about that.

Anyway, there were good things about pre-4:30 too. Cara and I have a place, once I manage to amass the requisite first last security blah blah blah schmoo, which I will be doing my damnedest to completely tie up on Monday. We're in the ass end of Lantern Court, which I'm pleased about for various and sundry reasons (close to 91, not a closet, proximity to things like Squillage people, Dunks, blah blah blah). Ran into myburningviolin in Amherst. Must hang with her more when I get back. And I have ways of dealing with the ankle swelling (when it comes back, it of course comepletely disappeared when I arrived up here) and the odd spots I had been getting across both thighs. Or at least I will when I get the will to drag myself back down to Amherst to pick up the scripts. Yippee.

The day improved muchly once I got back to Sunderland after the day's various clusterfuckage. First there was running into lysscat and arcenciel13, and cute girls in cute swimsuits are always a pick me up. I then went to visit aersi and verbena76, and between shooting the shit with both of them and being used as a human throne by Bean (who pretty much plopped himself in my lap and gave me the WORSHIP ME HAIRLESS MONKEY look) my spirits were much improved, if not my brain function (as heralded by me forgetting BOTH Preciousssss and cell phone - wtf, Andee.) Course brain function was not improved by party over at Deva/Lock/Thumper House welcoming smatterknack back, though considering how much Baileys I'd drunk by the end of the night, I'm actually amazed at how sober I actually was by the end of it. I was more sleepy than drunk at that point. I think I also may have been press-ganged into joining the Vampire larp when it starts up again... not sure how that happened, but I'm actually rather seriously considering it.

Oh speaking of the party, if anyone is friends with me on Facebook, please go read the comments to the pedobear cake picture and let me know if I effectively dodged having to explain Pedobear to my aunt, roflmao. You know the rest of my family I don't really keep up with enough or they know me well enough for me to not care about most of the crap I do/say on there, but for some reason my mom's sister joins up and I'm suddenly compelled to straighten up and act my age and shit. But still, her comments on that picture are lulzy.

Considering the apartment stuff is pretty much all sewn up at this point, after Monday I'm pretty much left with a wide open week. Actually, the fair majority of today and tomorrow is open as well. I do plan on getting work done with a lot of that time, but it's kinda nice to know I won't have to be running around like a chicken with no head the whole time I'm in town. Honestly, I think I need the downtime, as my mood hasn't entirely de-wonkified and I do rather want to finish reading Invisible Monsters, as cell23 is a bad man and has hooked me on Chuck Palahniuk. I'm kind of in the exact headspace to really enjoy his stuff, sick as that sounds. But I'm also willing to take lysscat's advice and use some Tom Robbins as an antidote when my mood shifts, lol.

The compulsion to write is slowly crawling up my spine... I only have to hold it off for another couple weeks, it's fine...

I hate my brain. Why is it when I have the time and the perfect environment to get something constructive done I don't feel like it, and when I finally psych myself into doing it, SOMETHING else I don't want to do comes up? ARRRRGH.

Time for more coffee. And then some serious brass tacks ball busting. Fuck this noise.

Also: NEW SIMON'S CAT OMG