Is there any paint you can watch dry?
ND is fascinated by how things work. He can (and does) read instruction manuals from cover to cover and loves shows about what lies beneath the mundane. When we first started dating, I stopped by his apartment one day and found him utterly engrossed in a TV show about paint. He was, in fact, watching paint dry. By choice. And then a few days later, I stopped by and found him watching the same show, this time about grass. He was watching grass grow. So there you have it.
Modern Marvels! What a great show!
I cannot seem to get enough love stories. Cute getting together clips. Just sap.
You know there's a metric shitton of sappy fic out there, right?
Timelies all!
Snow is done. Now we have to dig out the cars.
Our plow guy didn't come because a neighbor came first, so yay! to not having to shell out money. It also means that my steps didn't get cleared, nor my car. And there's the beginnings if a snow bank at the bottom of my steps.
My ankle still hurts quite a bit, and I can't find my elastic ankle brace, and I suspect my ibuprofen is a placebo. The weather change has also given me a migraine, so this is not my best day ever.
Steph, I am in the same boat, migraine-wise. It sucks. That plus a sprained ankle is super crappy. I hope you get some pain relief soon.
I'm trying to eat for the first time in a day or so, and it's not going well, so I'm going to revisit in five or six hours.
Argh, my back is killing me. I really thought it wasn't my bed but now I'm thinking it is. Which means a new mattress.
To be fair, my mattress is 14 years old, so.
Off to European Sleepworks this morning, I think...
Go away, pain. Leave us alone.
I do have a Dr Google cure to report. My nose was so painful with its incipient boil/pimple that I was driven to google home remedies. A number of people recommended toothpaste. I felt ridiculous smearing toothpaste on my nose, but I figured it could do no harm and hey, I live alone. My nose immediately stopped hurting. I thought, "Okay, the mint in the toothpaste is acting as a counter-irritant." I washed it off after an hour, as recommended, and the pain hasn't returned. I have no explanation.
It did cause me to dream that Steph had linked to a Gilbert Gottfried Mr. Potato Head for sale. Where did that come from, brain?
It did cause me to dream that Steph had linked to a Gilbert Gottfried Mr. Potato Head for sale. Where did that come from, brain?
To be fair, I still don't know the full contents of the attic. There might be one up there.
