'War Stories'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I can't use a sleep mask, because of the touching of the scalp. Irregular pressure.
I am deciding whether the Thelonious Monk station is better for sleeping to than the Miles Davis Pandora station. I give myself thirty minutes, and then cry inside if I'm not asleep before the timer shuts off.
One can intimate that I've been sadface the past two nights. Normally the Ambien has me not caring by then.
Great news, msbelle!
I am home from work early, and now need to make tomatillo chicken stew. Which sounds really good, right? It will totally hit the spot. If I can stand up long enough to make it...
My stupid management company for the NY co-op has never sent me my maintenance bill for September. I emailed asking for a balance - no reply. That was well over a week ago. I hates them.
My sister has decided she'd throw me over for one particular guy. I realise I might shove her under a bus for Idris Elba. That's reasonable, right? I mean...Idris, eh?
Good god, this requirements document is not amending itself. What's up with that?
The day is also not ending.
Jesse, that stew sounds delicious.
I'm having a frozen meal. Then off to knitting class.
And I am exhausted and my back is ouchy.
Sigh.
ita, I hope that the specialist helps. Insomnia is bad enough in and of itself; trying to swing it with the wonky head pain added on is a nightmare.
I'd throw my sis under a bus for...oh, hell she's my sister. It'd have to be good.
Would she die? Or just get a broken leg? That would really affect my answer.
I love Erin very much right now.
My sister threw me over first. Though, technically, I think I'm more likely to get with Mr. Elba than she is with the guy she's prioritising over me, but she might argue with me over that. ::sniff::
Yes, I hold grudges. AND I cockblock. It's so over for her now.
I'm in good shape because I don't have a sister!
I guess I have to factor in the husband, though. Hmm.
I'm chugging cough medicine and ibuprofen and staring at a coloring book and old Top Chef episodes. My energy level is zilch.