Unfortunately, the effect of alcohol and pain on me is to make me drunk AND in pain AND more depressed.

Bugger. I can't let myself be trapped in the house.

Connie, be kind to yourself. Don't force yourself to do anything right now beyond the basics, if you don't want to.

I really wish my body had some reaction to fever other than making everything ache. As soon as my temp is even slightly elevated, every muscle and joint in my body goes into pain. It hurts, and I can't tell which pain I should pay attention to -- if everything hurts, then how can I tell what's causing the problem?

Stay safe, Sue, and I hope you aren't without power for too long.

Oh, when I posted, the power was back on. It's blinked out a few times since, but is mostly on. I spent an hour this AM in the mall by my house, which had power, before it opened stealing WiFi from Starbucks. It was a strange experience. Lots of old people hanging around, a dude doing laps of the mall, and me in semi-darkness.

What Consuela said, Connie. Take care.

Hell with it, I'm ordering a pizza.

Every time I sit down, it's fully anticipating how hard it is going to be to get back up. My inner thighs and ass apparently got quite the workout sitting while operating the grinder. I expected the still slightly tingly hands and sore forearms and hand, this I did not. I should have; at points, they were definitely spasming from bracing, sitting, but bent to grind the lower parts of the rail. Calves have some protests too, but they aren't hobbling me!

Vacuuming and mopping should completely incapacitate me tomorrow.

Mm, a pizza sounds good.

My obnoxiously loud neighbor has been arguing and screaming with/at some friend/guest(?) of his for the past couple hours. Lots of "fuck you how dare you you always telling me what do to you got no fucking right shut up" type stuff. I'm glad I don't have small children? I'm very tempted to scream out the window for them to shut the fuck up. I keep thinking that would be a bad idea, though, since they are scary awful adn would probably bust up my windows or something. Whereas I'm just tempted to be sneaking out and silly-stringing their patio in the middle of the night.

Ooh, pizza does sound good. I have no pizza.

meara, that reminds me of my first weeks in basic training, in a a barracks of thirty girls/women. And we're all exhausted, but some are still chatting after lights out. Then starts the "please be quiet, some of us are trying to sleep" which elicits "shut the fuck up!" which escalated to "shut your mouths, bitches, so we can sleep" then "you ain't my mother, ho, don't tell me what to do" "fuck you bitch!" and then what started as a polite call for silence escalated into nobody sleeping and soon everyone doing pushups.

That's when I learned that screaming for silence was really dumb.

My new neighbors might be moving in soon. I need to speak with them about not having conversations/social events underneath my windows.

Right now it sucks because there's tons of strange people who are hauling shit out of the garage below me, so they just don't know that there is an apartment above. But I need to set ground rules that I didn't know I needed to set with my original neighbors.

hen "you ain't my mother, ho, don't tell me what to do" "fuck you bitch!" and then what started as a polite call for silence escalated into nobody sleeping and soon everyone doing pushups.

Yeah, that's what I want to avoid. And yet, the constant yelling and "fuck you" BS is also wearing extremely thin.