Eugene is a sweet little town. I like it, but it's too small for me to ever actually live there. Also, yes, flying there is crazy money. I always fly into Eugene and it's very spendy. However, then I get to my niece (and now nephew) and it's all worth it.
While walking to get my (big ass) coffee, I looked around and thought about what a beautiful area I work in (Santa Monica, for the record). I detoured around the little pond and looked at the ducks. I need to do that more often. We get so used to our surroundings that we forget to appreciate them.
We had peach/blueberry shortcake last night and AWIFG. Fresh peaches, yum!
that's what I'm talking about, Robin!
I had no blueberry tarts, crappy or otherwise. I don't feel I can justifiably pin that one on Nora.
Blergh. Flippy tossy turny Halloweenie this morning, and my entire digestive tract seems to have gone on strike in protest at all the kicking. I really, really hate (whitefonted for pregnancy grossness)
being all constipated and uncomfortable and unable to stop obsessing about how to get myself to take a damned shit already, like there aren't about eighty billion things I'd rather spend my time obsessing about. I have a delicate and high-bred ass, and this blockage and discomfort and degradation is all very upsetting to its refined sensibilities, dammit.
On the other hand, the excessive flippiness of the Halloweenie is doing wonders to kill off any residual craxy hormonal
ZOMG I ran a quarter-block for the bus on Sunday, I probably destroyed her!!!
paranoia left over from the weekend.
We get so used to our surroundings that we forget to appreciate them.
Totally. I get so irritated with my commute that I don't actually look out and check the drama of the mountains that surround Simi (uh, what with it being a valley and everything). They are not my favourite sort of terrain, but I can't deny their grandeur. And that's before I look east and see the mountains far out there.
Let's not even get started with my alternate route home which goes through the mountains and spits me out on the Pacific Coast Highway.
Ugh. Internet connection is all whookie. Or something. I think I made that word up. But, it's not staying connected. Just spent 30 minutes on the phone with tech support to basically do nothing. I'm expecting I'll have to call them back in about a minute.
Things are supposed to work right, dammit!
I need some health and strength~ma for my co worker and his wife. Both their mothers are very sick, his has cancer again and I think his wife's mother also has cancer. He had to leave early in order to take his mother to the doctor and she had to leave to go home (a town a few hours from here) because her mother is back in the hospital.
Ugh. Internet connection is all whookie. Or something. I think I made that word up. But, it's not staying connected.
Which is better than it being all Wookie, which means that it kind-of growls at you and you have to let it win at chess.
Right there with the jitters - had me a Depth Charge/Shot In The Dark/Red Eye/WeverTFitis today. Large. I think my eyelids are blinking in Morse Code now.
I just went to go get my mail for some specific reason. By the time I got to the mailbox, I couldn't recall what I was looking for. By the time I walked back to my apartment, I couldn't even remember why I had gone at all.
Just remembered I was looking for something specific but I still don't recall what it was. So I ate cereal instead.
Brain is buzzing with white noise like whoa.