One of the most random things I’ve seen in a long time:
It never occured to me that anyone still thought about the musical group Journey, to say nothing of having a cult following writing fan fiction about it’s lead singer.
I’m not saying its a bad thing, but it did strike me as really… odd.
But then again I can’t honestly say I’m doing anything much more productive with my little section of the web.
Three days of fever and a day of hormonal hell… I thought it was the flu, but no, it’s a new, extreme form of hormonal hell. Nothing. I could keep nothing in my system yesterday…
Only to follow up tonight by starting my period again… five days after I finished my LAST one.
Fucker.
After two days of running a fever, I’m desperately grateful to be well… Or I was until my intestines developed a severe aversion to having anything in them. I’m NEVER going to get all my god damn christmas shopping done at this rate.
Fuckerfuckerfuckerfuckerfucker….
*grr!*
I cracked and had to leave the room while at Grandma’s today….
She’d been talking on and off to the chair occupied by the Santa stuffed animal since we’d gotten there that day. She’d also been talking about the Little Girl being obsessed with Santa. This wasn’t that new… the first Monday I went up there, she’d had a pile of stuffed animals on the sofa, and one of the little girls simply wouldn’t pick a favourite so she could put the others away.
Today was a little different for two reasons. 1) She refused to leave the house at first because there was no one to take care of the little girl; (I had to offer to stay home with her while she went to the store with Mom) and 2) The little girl is me.
Or at least the little girl is named Sony. This is different… usually the little girl is Curly, the youngest of my cousins.
I think what got me was the fact that when we finally convinced her we could all go and it would be okay, she walked over to the chair and said, “Sony, if you get hungry, there’s some jello on the counter to eat, but you need to take off the Santa suit first.” This was followed by a short lecture on how she had to keep the Santa suit clean so she could wear it for Christmas. Then she looked at me and said, “She’s obsessed with that damn Santa suit… I never would have shown it to her if I’d known what it was going to be like. I swear, all she does is wear that suit and watch TV all day.”
Even in Grandma’s delusions I’m an underachiever.
She then turned back to the chair and offered to show her where the jello was…
…she picked up the santa doll by the arm, and held it low, like she was holding a small child’s hand. When she got to the kitchen, she swung the doll up onto her hip like a small kid so she could see the counter top, and pointed out the jello.
At this point I snapped, and started laughing and crying simultaneously, and managed to swallow the sound of both for a second. Fortunately my mother looked at my face at that moment, and motioned me outside. The last thing I heard as I went out the door was my mother telling her to “leave the spoon on the counter, she can open it when she’s ready.”
I sat in the back of the car hysterically laughing and sobbing for a minute, then got a grip, found my headphones, mp3 player, and makeup. Rita was right about wearing makeup like a mask when you can’t cope. It covers up hysteria nicely.
Even now I’m torn between laughter and the need to sob.
I think Mom hit that point this evening too. For her, it was when she pulled one of the “birds” out of the cage to medicate it. One of her cockateils has asthma, and she is supposed to be medicating him… but she’s giving it to one of the invisible birds instead. Hell, it’s probably easier than medicating a real one….
So I’m totally feeling over my black phase… But I lost the file that had the hex for the various shades of yellow!
Humph.
Since I have to redo it, maybe I’ll try it in greens.
Not that that fits in with the name Big Yellow Blanket or anything. But then again, neither did the black. It just fit my mood really really well.
(That and I went outside and danced again… but with the dogs present it mostly turned into playing with Polly Prissy Pants. Good god, I never used to do stuff like this, did I?)
…and the same goes for therapy. Who knew U2, Q-Feet (Dancing in Heaven) and M (pop music) could be theraputic and spiritual all at the same time? (Or maybe it was the smoking and dancing in the wind and rain… I’m never gonna get my hair untangled!!)
Either way, I feel better 
The Good: I got a laundry hamper. For many months I’ve been putting my laundry in the closet in the office. At one point I was using a large bag as a laundry bag, but at some point it got crushed, and so I just used the floor in the closet. This was fine til the pug figured out that he could snag my underwear out of there. For a month or so I accused Monacita of leaving the closet door open, and she’d give me looks that said, “serves you right for leaving the closet door open”.
Turns out the little shit learned how to open the closet door all by himself.
Anyway, after yet another turn of the underwear in the living room, Monacita suggested I get a hamper. So I went and got one this evening. The best part? It solved my storage problem!! I have all these fucking D&D books that I use every damn week, and absolutely no where to put them. Or I had no where to put them. Then The Hamper came. It left just enough room between it and the closet door for me to stand my D&D books up there. I can reach them, they aren’t stacked so I can get to them all, they aren’t in the way, and they aren’t blocking any of my desk drawers! Huzzah!!!
I know this sounds a bit over stated, but really, the D&D books have been a problem for a month or two. And because I could finally put THOSE away, I could finally/was inspired to clean up the rest of my crap. So the office is now clean! (Monacita did her half a week or two ago.) Hurrah!!!!
The Random: Yet another email from Chiyoko. She was in my Anthropology of women class three years ago. I gave her my email address (as did the rest of the class) because she promised to email us something to help us with our final projects. She never did of course. But about two or three months ago, she started sending out mass emailings, usually of chain letter bullshit, and included me in that. I ignored the first couple, but by the third or fourth, I got annoyed, and emailed her back, pointing out that we hadn’t spoken in three years, and if all she was going to do was spam my inbox with junk, could she please remove me from her mailing list?
I never heard back. Until today.
“Hi
Click on the link below and please enter your birthday for me. I am creating a birthday list of all my friends and family.”
I couldn’t stand the woman when I had class with her, and I think she knew that then. (Uneducated know-it-alls who refuse to listen to anyone else’s opinion irritate me. For those of you who have ever had a class with me, I’m sure you’ll pick up on the irony of that immediately.) How the hell did an email politely telling her to fuck off qualify me as a friend?
The Weasel: Weasel.