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.
I just spent forty minutes on the phone with Cingular.
::bangs head against desk::
They sent a letter about our new plan to our address, with our phone number on it ... addressed to my mother-in-law's aunt (who used to live at this address) and has been DEAD for six years.
They seem not to know how this happened. The woman was 104 when she died. Needless to say, never had a cell phone with them or anyone else. Also is not listed on my bank account.
Their solution? To make a note in our account, "not to send any more mail about your account addressed to her." You think?!
JZ, does apple juice help you at all? Have you broken out the Prunes of Last Resort?
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.
Oh Cass--I shouldn't laugh, but it's like your in my brain today.
AmyLiz GAH! Cingular can bite me. They've f-ed up my bill more times than I can tell you.
