Today was a Good Day. There was crochet time, cleaning time, relaxing time, hockey time (Dear Flyers: please improve your goddamn shootout percentages.), giggle time and silly time.
Perhaps that pile of Good Day is behind my toothache, hungry-hungry-headache & double leg-aches.
Also, a hot bath was had, a delicious dinner, purring footwarmer and a whole book full of Ogden Nash. He wrote most of my most beloved poems and always gives me a hearty chuckle
With his odd timing and meter and winsome habit of swashing a buckle
But I am not as skilled as him,
In writing a splendiferous poem.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Things
I'd been house bound for 22 days until Sunday morning.
Visitors are much fewer and even further in between, with the help of our utterly fuckled sewer system. Sometimes the loneliness gets to be so loud and grating that it overpowers me.
Yesterday I cried for five or six hours, cut myself, cried some more and then the hub took me to the bar for a bit, which was a good idea. There was a lonely looking dude there so I made nice & introduced the newcomer to our friends.
No one should be lonely.
Visitors are much fewer and even further in between, with the help of our utterly fuckled sewer system. Sometimes the loneliness gets to be so loud and grating that it overpowers me.
Yesterday I cried for five or six hours, cut myself, cried some more and then the hub took me to the bar for a bit, which was a good idea. There was a lonely looking dude there so I made nice & introduced the newcomer to our friends.
No one should be lonely.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Internal/External Headache
Few things:
Our sewer line, which has been backing up into our basement, is now fixed. No longer must we hold it in or put our used tp in a plastic bag.
Our borough office is decidedly fucking with me by saying the entire conversation I had with them 3 days ago was completely different than it actually was. Um. Right.
I've had a headache for so long that at this point I'm wondering if a non-headache existence was merely a dream.
If I'm correct in my calculations, the last time I left this house was last year.
Wants: sledgehammer, warmth, v/gf french bread.
Needs: interaction, booty, fresh air.
Our sewer line, which has been backing up into our basement, is now fixed. No longer must we hold it in or put our used tp in a plastic bag.
Our borough office is decidedly fucking with me by saying the entire conversation I had with them 3 days ago was completely different than it actually was. Um. Right.
I've had a headache for so long that at this point I'm wondering if a non-headache existence was merely a dream.
If I'm correct in my calculations, the last time I left this house was last year.
Wants: sledgehammer, warmth, v/gf french bread.
Needs: interaction, booty, fresh air.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Because I am allowed to bitch:
December. The bitchiest month of them all. The transmission went on my car, which is our only car. Then inspection issues. Arrividerci, $2800.
My birthday was last Friday. Ive been severely depressed. We'd planned a party. The basement toilet vomited all over down there. Cancel party. Hub & plumber friend temp fix it. Hub & other friend temp fix it again. Hub and I temp fix it, again. Plumber friend is back.
I'm trying really hard to find the lighter side of things, but it is goddamn difficult when shit just keeps going wrong.
The good: a dear old friend visited for lunch today, and I made the Best Meal Ever™. Thai coconut soup, vegetable sushi and cold sesame noodles. All from scratch, all delicious, all gone. *burp*. A few nights ago I was given my birthday cake, which was sweeter on the inside.
Life is shit sometimes, but it's not all bad.
Now my throbbing jaw and I are going to make the best of the evening and doodle while medicating.
My birthday was last Friday. Ive been severely depressed. We'd planned a party. The basement toilet vomited all over down there. Cancel party. Hub & plumber friend temp fix it. Hub & other friend temp fix it again. Hub and I temp fix it, again. Plumber friend is back.
I'm trying really hard to find the lighter side of things, but it is goddamn difficult when shit just keeps going wrong.
The good: a dear old friend visited for lunch today, and I made the Best Meal Ever™. Thai coconut soup, vegetable sushi and cold sesame noodles. All from scratch, all delicious, all gone. *burp*. A few nights ago I was given my birthday cake, which was sweeter on the inside.
Life is shit sometimes, but it's not all bad.
Now my throbbing jaw and I are going to make the best of the evening and doodle while medicating.
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