Via Knut: Holy shit, roundhouse kick.
He fucked with the wrong girl!
Anya ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Via Knut: Holy shit, roundhouse kick.
He fucked with the wrong girl!
And I was all, "Look, either the leg kicks or it doesn't."
I feel like doing yoga has helped my body awareness a TON (and I should really go back, even though it's hoooootttttttt), but there are still many times when they are like, "you should feel this in X spot," and I'm like, Nope! But my parts seem to be in the right places, so I let it go.
That was awesome.
I get disproportionately annoyed when people ask me for things I've already sent them. Text messages and phone calls looking for documents that I sent out half an hour to hours ago...is the assumption that I'm slow? Why not check and see if you have it already? Is there really no harm done by making that mistake? Repeatedly?
It is so fucking cold in the building I can't think. I'm going to my car to grab a sweatshirt before the 12:30 meeting, dress code be damned.
Jesse, my niece taught us some belly dance when I was on va action, and me being bad at it did not make it less fun.
Note for headache log: Someone dropped some pork and beans on my desk and I had, like, 1/3 of a helping because it was way too sweet, and one small piece of white bread and my head hurts worse an hour later.
Where the fuck are my blueberries?
Nitrates?
Refined white sugar and flour?
I'm thinking nitrates or refined sugars are likely culprits. The idea that I can actually tie a headache to any stimuli, though, isn't something that's come up recently. I avoid continued exposure to my known triggers (which include the nitrates) and everything is the same muted roar. If I managed to lower the background noise enough to start picking that up again with even smaller portions, then yay lower background noise!
Whatever the fucking reason I'm going to go have a lie down in my car. I feel sick.
We leave for Europe a week from tomorrow. Of course this is awesome, but I'm starting to panic.