meej: (weekly.updates)
I've been essentially offline for the past two weeks. I've run forty-three miles, completed a tabata session (OH MY GOD), written five letters, gotten denied my chance to go home to visit my family for Christmas, and seen Ali's new house.

I have not yet looked at the WoW MoP expansion. I heard there's something about farming. Actual farming. Later this week I'll check in and see how badly Blizzard has impacted my headcanon. My theory is: a lot. But also: pet battles.

I have sprouted hives on my arms and legs, with bouts of itching so horrible that in the middle of the night I have considered simply flaying myself (but that itches, too), or killing myself with some sort of quickly-moving poison. Benadryl takes too long to work and then knocks me completely out for twelve hours. Oatmeal baths help a little. Maybe I need to run more.

Work is settled. The new boss is very cool. I like him. He has left me in charge while he's off at a conference in Houston for a week. Maybe that's the source of the hives. I hate responsibility. People should just do what I say and everything will be fine.

I've been preparing for the move to Nashville. A good half of my stuff is packed, inventoried, and put in storage. The other half is lying limply strewn over the rest of Pinkhouse. I have too much stuff and need to cull. I've tried to cut down my books to only what is not available on Kindle, but that's still a lot of books, and my stationery wardrobe is serious goddamned business, taking up a full shelf as it does. Iiiiii have far too many clothes for someone who wears a uniform to work and dresses mostly in workout clothes the rest of the time. More culling!

I am finding peace in my self as I put my environment in order. The only stress is coming from reassignment of stuff, and the resistance in my soul to divorcing myself from it in bits and bobs. Obviously I'd have a better shot at going whole-hog and living in a room with a mat and a lamp, but that isn't going to happen; I want some stuff. It's just a question of which stuff that will be.

One of this stuffs, obviously, is the Greyspell plushie Ali made me for my birthday. Despite everything, I still think that dumb emo lorks are cool. And there is a squid in his hood.

I am afraid to consult my backlog of webcomics, but Oglaf's siren call cannot be denied.

Purposes.

Aug. 21st, 2012 09:42 am
meej: (courage)
I used to use this thing as a diary. Let's put some pins in things.

YESTERDAY I DID THESE THINGS:

- Upsed at 4:40
- Decided that this year's pumpkin spice sauce is not altogether horrible when used with soy milk (it is still too sweet, but without the nasty aftertaste of previous offerings)
- Cardio Power and Resistance wtf power jumps :(
- Rice, chicken, roasted vegetables bento-making date with Cal

Did I do anything else with purpose? I don't think I did. Nothing else stands out.

I need to do something every day that will stand out, even if it's only from the tiniest perspective.

This morning the power was out for three hours, all over the neighborhood. I have no doubt that when I get to work I will have a long list of things needful that have been adversely affected by NO POWER TO THE FREEZERS AND FRIDGES FOR THREE HOURS IN THIS HEAT.

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