fingers crossed for Meara too.
I'm out of fingers.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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fingers crossed for Meara too.
I'm out of fingers.
Basement~ma, omnis! and fingers crossed, meara! And health~ma to sick buffistas.
Today there was no electricity when I got up, which was very strange. I had to go outside (to the stairswell), and flip a switch-thingy in the box (to which I need to stand on a chair, because the box is located high on the wall). This called for pancakes for breakfast, because no way I'm letting this day to start in this way (which was laying in bed, thinking why the hell we have no electricity when we're about to show the place for potential renters today and I knew I paid the bill).
In conclusion, my self pity comes in three forms: angst, bitching, and pancakes' making.
mental note, must get good at making pancakes.
Oh no no no. How would I be able to channel this hideous feeling, if not by pancake making? It's not just eating the pancakes, you see. It's the making of them.
And I always make more than I can eat.
mental note: expect yummy pancakes if Shir visits.
Sounds good to me!
Oh, seems like there's a couple who's interested renting this place instead of us!
(We need and want to get out. Landlady drove us crazy with her insane Reflections of Life phone calls. It's a great place, but none of us is assertive enough to handle her, and we don't want to).
House~ma, omnis!!
Money~ma, meara!!
I wrote my parents back and thanked them, talked a little about my efforts to quit and what I might use (bascially, patches). I'll talk to my doctor about it today. I get it, I really do - my grandfather died of lung cancer - but living here and being stressed at work and having a crew member who also smokes have all made it very difficult. Never planned on being addicted, you know? And the psychological part is definitely the bitch of it.
StW has a mild stomach virus; I don't think it's the dreaded norovirus, but he definitely had some unpleasantness. I brought over borsch and a Muppet Show DVD, and some Mardi Gras beads. Sadly, I'm betting that's as close as we'll get to celebrating Valentine's Day. If I have time I might try and find a Someecard to send.
smonster, I think you did right. And health~ma to StW.
Edit: and job~ma to Erin's sister!
Whatever the hell this ick is has presented with a fun new symptom- vertigo. I don't know if it's a high blood pressure spike from taking non-drowsy cold meds or if it's an inner ear blockage thing.
Whatever it is, I'm tired of it. I have too much shit to do the next few days to deal with it!