Timelies all!
Nothing to do at work, so I left early.(OK, my supervisor said I could) Now I'm typing one-handed because of cat.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
Nothing to do at work, so I left early.(OK, my supervisor said I could) Now I'm typing one-handed because of cat.
Blowing Off Writing My Performance Review by Doing Core Work
I want this to mean you are doing crunches or pilates.
My psych doc I saw yesterday for my Adderall scrip follow-up told me my bloodwork results were really good so approvingly. I really wanted to take credit for my thyroid functioning well.
I think I might be a shark at work: as long as I keep moving, I'm OK. But then I stop, and I'm screwed. NO BREAKS EVER.
Oh, yeah, that's me. ANd we just had a luch potluck baby shower so, so much for me being productive today...not completely true, but not that far off.
The furnace guy will be here between 4 and 6. I will endeavor not to bond with him. I'm just hoping he doesn't come up shaking his head and saying, "It's dead, Jim." But it kicked on last night--unseasonably cool night--even though the switch is set to Off. But I'm not going to ask for repairs for that, I've just got it turned down way low. So at least it turns on and it didn't blow up. I don't plan on moving next year, but all I'm asking at this point is another year. My friend/landlord is not in a place where he can buy a new furnace, I don't think.
I want this to mean you are doing crunches or pilates.
Doing the boat pose right now AIFG!
I'm watching a groundhog out of the villa window, which is cuter than it sounds.
I got 10 hours of sleep last night. Everything is better.
ita, job~ma
Doing the boat pose right now AIFG!
Yes!
I'm watching a groundhog out of the villa window, which is cuter than it sounds.
That sounds pretty darn cute.
Seriously.
Signed, Blowing Off Writing My Performance Review by Doing Core Work
You're a wild one, no doubt about that.
I got eight and a half hours sleep one night last week. It was revelatory. I really hoped that trend would continue, but I'm back to four-five a night.
The last dream I had was crossing a street, with H in a wheelchair (he wasn't incapacitated, it was just...getting the chair across the street for reasons) and me carrying a cat by the name of the one we lost twenty years ago, except this cat looked nothing like her. As we approached the curb, she wriggled and I set her down, and she ran and disappeared down a storm drain. We couldn't get her out in the first couple of minutes, so we moved on--gotta deliver this wheelchair, after all. And then I woke up gasping because we'd abandoned the cat.