Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
It should be a separate post from the previous.
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was in a conference room. Business attire (very unusual, as I work theater). And this punk ass know it all was going on and on and on about his great droid phone, and how this is as good as the iphone, and this feature is as good as an iphone, and... you get the idea. And it was bugging the hell out of me. So, in my smart ass way, I pointed out, yeah, but the biggest problem is, it ISN"T an iPhone, and that if you wanted one that could do all the things the iPhone could do, why didn't you just get an iPhone, instead of a cheap imitation? Then the kid blew his stack. Threw his phone across the room, the bevel shattered, and plastic bits went flying. Then I went into "dude, you gotta cool your engines, turbo" mode. Trying to talk him down from blow up. And he just sat in his chair, steaming, not saying a word. And I realized no matter what I said, he was not having any of it. So I said, "I think at this time, you should mutter something about your stomach not agreeing with what you had for lunch, go to the bathroom, get some cold water on your face, and take a nice slow walk around the block. For what it's worth, I really did not mean to push your buttons, I just wanted you to shut up about your stupid phone. I'm sorry about making you blow your stack". Then he got up, and left the room.
That is when I woke up, in my living room. 3am. Got up, and tried to go to bed. But insomnia fairie wouldn't let me sleep. I was feeling guilty about a fucking dream!! How crazy is that!?!
Thankfully, I'm heading into work late today, since I am working tomorrow, so I hit the snooze bar a million times. It's pledge drive on local NPR, so that helped with the snooze bar hitting.
Clearly, another example of my brain thinking too much.
Man, quit harassing people in your dreams! Your dream dude is allowed to have his droid phone!
Heheh. It's so weird the way you wake up, but feel the way you felt in the dream all day, isn't it?
Go Mal! Go poop!
Heh. And, yes. Go, Mal and poop. Poop well.
Heheh. It's so weird the way you wake up, but feel the way you felt in the dream all day, isn't it?
I hate that, and there are two that will have me wake up crying and unable to shake the misery.
1) Jon is being horrible to me, and when I tell him he's hurting me, he acts like he doesn't care.
2) I do something that hurts a friend, or some of my friends and when I apologize or try to make up for it, they're mean about it.
Jilli, I am so sorry to hear about you and your dad's loss. 2011 better step the fuck back.
Man, quit harassing people in your dreams! Your dream dude is allowed to have his droid phone!
I know, right? I could care less about the droid phone. It's not a bad phone, from what I can see. And there is one cool app not available on iPhone. Stargazer or some such, where you hold up the phone and it tells you what constellation you are looking at. Very cool. Very not available on iPhone. And very strange dream. But to keep me awake for HOURS after. That's what pissed me off.
If only there was a way to be productive when having insomnia, that allowed for falling asleep should the fairy depart.
My officemate has informed me that I don't understand how government works. And to explain to me how government works, he kept shouting "100 trillion unfunded mandates!" Then he wrote it on a piece of paper and circled it a bunch of times.
I am so ready for spring break.
Oh, Hil, any chance you could make "NON-craxy officemate" a condition of your next gig?
Oh, Hil, any chance you could make "NON-craxy officemate" a condition of your next gig?
I was just thinking to myself, "Did she take the craxy officemate with her?"
Oh my god, I'm so frustrated. (Not the printer issue this time.)
I saw the OB/GYN on Monday, and she took samples to send for lab tests. I still hadn't heard by today, so I called, and they had some of the results, but not all, because one of the tests takes a longer time to culture, so they weren't going to call until they had them all. Well, whatever, that's annoying, but since I called they gave me the results that were already in.
The HSV culture was negative, which the doctor told me had a strong chance of happening, since I had been having symptoms for probably 2 weeks before I saw her, which means that there might not have been enough virus to culture.
So the HSV diagnosis was based on the physical exam, and I believe her, but my symptoms aren't really any better yet even though I started Valtrex Monday night, so now I'm second-guessing her diagnosis, and wondering what in the hell is this [TMI for ladyparts]
painful sore on my ladyparts
that won't get better.
I don't know when I should be noticing any improvement now that I'm taking Valtrex, and now that the HSV culture is negative, don't know if I should keep taking it at all.
On Monday when I saw the doctor, and she told me the culture could very likely come back negative, she told me to keep taking the Valtrex even if the culture was negative. And I'm fine with that; I'll keep taking it, but -- I just want to feel better because it's really painful. And a positive HSV culture would have made me confident that this is the right treatment.
And I'm having a really hard time dealing with the diagnosis (assuming it's correct) anyway. I didn't expect it, and it's a big thing to wrap my brain around because it's NEVER going to go away. I have it forever. For goddamn EVER.
This is a really shitty week. And I can't stop crying and don't know what to do. No; I don't know what I *can* do.
