Today sucks. Can I have a different one?
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Went to the grocery store. Wow. Have to say, I guess I am officially dieting, because unless I eat everything ALL AT ONCE, it's gonna be hard for me not to lose weight.
It's a little pricier than I thought it was, too. Although I suppose if I factor in delivery once a week, it evens out.
Sleep studies make me laugh. I, too, have trained myself out of sleeping on my back. I can only sleep with a pillow over my face, complete dark, and in a strange place it would take me at least an hour WITH medication. Factor in them coming in to tell to what position to switch to every 1 1/2 or so, slapping one of thos things on your face + 109 electrodes stuck all over...dude.
Their magic cure to my chronic insomnia? Get a nose machine, cause I have sleep apnea when I SLEEP ON MY BACK. Um, I only slept on my back cause YOU TOLD ME TOO.
I have choking issues. Only way I'd be able to sleep with that thing on my face is if they were piping opium through it.
I could never fall sleep on anything other than my side with my head covered before I started doing yoga (although I would occasionally wake up on my back). Now, thanks to being aces at shivasana, I can totally fall asleep on my back and not completely covered.
There are also some poses that are supposed to promote good sleeping (shoulder stand, primarily). Who knows if it works but it can't hurt (unless you do it wrong and torque your neck or something).
I did a sleep study once. Despite electrodes and having to sleep on my back--two things that you would think would have made me sleep worse--it ended up being the first good night of sleep I'd had in weeks and weeks. facepalm
Not helpful in terms of getting a useful diagnosis, to say the least.
One of my costumes choices (my friend's annual crazy Halloween party has a "When Animals Ruled the World" theme (don't look at me -- this is your brain on drugs, kids! (at least once upon a time)) is Cat Lady Eaten by Pets. This is what would happen to me if I tried a shoulder stand. I trip on flat, obstacle-free floors! Although I haven't in a while.
Still, best not to tempt fate.
My other costume choice, and I think I will go with it because it's easier, is Hermaphroditic Kitty. My friend J. just got her young cat's balls snipped, but they were so large and fuzzy that he kinda walked bowlegged.
So I am going to do the ordinary cute kitty costume, except with a giant pair of fuzzy balls attached under the tail. I maye have an artistic (hee!) friend draw me an iron-on cat arsehole, too.
I may be more amused about this than Sox
unpossible.
The whole day was fun. This was pure awesome random happenstance.
I wanna be mistaken for Raq's gay wife!! Or Sox's. Awww.
this thing has legs!
This is what would happen to me if I tried a shoulder stand. I trip on flat, obstacle-free floors! Although I haven't in a while.
Being a klutz (which I TOTALLY am) isn't an obstacle with shoulder stand. Being smothered by boobies is. You just learn to breath into them!
Being smothered by boobies is.
Somewhere, in a dark theater or the crawlspace of a haunted house, ND just perked up.
Weird sensory perception thing -- last night, before the fast started, I said the prayer over the wine, took a sip, and thought, "This tastes entirely wrong!" Took another sip, and it tasted like wine always tastes. Then I thought back a few seconds, and realized that I had accidentally said the wrong blessing -- I said the bread blessing over the wine. And somehow, whatever part of my brain realized that the words were wrong interpreted it as "this tastes wrong." Very odd.
Being smothered by boobies is. You just learn to breath into them!
Recycled cleavage air!