I seem to have fallen into a well of self-pity. I really need to find some physical activity to do. All the things that I can think of that are fun and de-stressing are things I can't do now with my ankle this bad. I definitely can't dance. I might be able to ride my bike, but I'm not sure. Karate is out. Can't skate. Can't rollerblade. My apartment is just full of things I can't do.
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Swimming? Or even a water aerobics class where they use floats for "weights"?
I would love to do water aerobics, but the pool at the university gym doesn't offer it, and the nearest place that does is too far away for me to go on any regular basis. I don't really like swimming laps.
Hmm. The gym has a "gentle yoga" class that it says is good for people with limitations or people recovering from injuries. It's at a time that doesn't work too well with my schedule, though.
Insomnia again. W. T. F. I wonder if it's related to the thyroid meds I just started taking.
Ma to them as needs it. Trying this sleep thing again.
I'm sorry, smonster. I've had insomnia a lot this week, and it's maddening. Sending you sleep vibes from the other coast.
I'm about to go pick Drew up from the airport (yay!). He's only home until Saturday and then gone on business again until the 28th. It's good since business was slow until recently, but I miss him.
Today, my advisor responded to an email promptly, was early for a meeting, and had talked to a few people about being on my defense committee. And when I couldn't remember something about my research, he told me that it's OK, I'm not expected to remember everything, and to try not to let myself get too stressed.
Clearly one of the signs on the apocalypse.
And I, currently, have way too many idiot shit things in my life to handle that make me want to punch the universe.
Seems wrong to not reimburse me for 4 holidays I had to work.
It does seem wrong. That's too bad.
Sleep~ma for all you people who are up and do not want to be.
I bet I could ride a recumbent trike. Looks like fun, actually.
OK. Bed time.
My advisor has also grown a beard. I'm suspicious
wait, isn't the evil twin supposed to have a beard?