Today, dad asked me if I was okay. He said I look really tired.
I figure I must really look like crap if dad's noticing.
Someday I'll figure out how to sleep again instead of flopping around in bed like a fish out of water.
People also keep asking me if I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. My thoughts are: I don't have a job or school so it's not like I get the day off; any food beyond turkey, stuffing, and instant potatoes I'm going to have to make myself; everyone else will be spending the day with their families so it's not like I can hang out with anyone, really (which will probably prompt a lot of "you can come celebrate Thanksgiving at our house!" which I won't because it makes me feel like an interloper even if I was technically invited.)
The kitchen renovations are coming along fine, I suppose. The new counters are in and I'm hoping I can at least keep the bar area clear, but I'm not too optimistic about it. Dad, after about six hours of cursing at non-standard plumbing fittings, decided to have an actual plumber put our sink back together. I miss the kitchen sink so bad, didn't really realize how often I use it. So come on, plumber, I want my sink back!
She-ra's started a disturbing new habit of trying to eat my pants while I'm still in them. I can't decide if this is better or worse than her trying to eat my ankle. Maybe she thinks this is an acceptable compromise. The vet is heckling me to bring her in for her six month checkup.
This only forces me to realize that I take my dog to the vet far more often than I visit the doctor. I wish I knew where my vaccine record was...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Macaroni
So, Connecticut, though it's pretty, is a state that annoys me to no end. The roads suck, the drivers suck worse, and my body seems to think that it can't survive without at least 90% humidity.
Everything is expensive (and the state makes me feel a little claustrophobic (yeah, the whole state)) and the roads are screwy. Not as bad as New York, but still gratuitously obnoxious. It's like the civic engineers tried to make it as complicated as possible to get from point A to point B and a half (because, let's face it, you're never actually going to get to point B, you'll just circle it desperately for half an hour before giving up and walking half a mile.)
Also, it should not take 45 minutes to travel 16 miles. This is very wrong, Connecticut...ians...?
My sister bought a shamefully large house (but I am pleased that the house across the street is much cuter, and I bring this to my sisters' attention quite frequently.)
The dogs are even more neurotic and, in Alfie's case, senile, than the last time I visited. Alfie spontaneously runs laps up and down the stairs. He walked through the paint can lid (that Dessa left...on the floor? For some reason?) and left tiny green pawprints all over the painting tarp yesterday. He also kicked over his food dish today because he felt walking through it was more expedient than walking around it (I mean, he's right, but he still made a mess.)
Sleeping on an air mattress sucks. My back hurts all the time now. My mother snores intermittently and I have to flip around to make her stop (probably by waking her up but it is my little vengeance.) I know I've been waking up a lot because I remember three or four dreams a night now as opposed to the one or two I usually remember.
Diedre dragged me to the state fair in one of them (I apparently had something better to do?) and I lost my pen in a ninja-bull's manure (the manure was unfortunately not graced with any ninja aspects.) The bull was hiding under a pile of hay, though.
I think I was supposed to buy something there too, but I'm not sure anymore cause I think that was actually the night before last.
Dessa and Nathan eat poorly. We bought too much at the grocery store in abject fear of the emptiness/junk food repository of the kitchen.
Did I mention there's no snow and I am disappointed? This probably means that Nature is saving it all up for a shitstorm of snow the day I try to fly out of here just to jack everything up.
._.
Everything is expensive (and the state makes me feel a little claustrophobic (yeah, the whole state)) and the roads are screwy. Not as bad as New York, but still gratuitously obnoxious. It's like the civic engineers tried to make it as complicated as possible to get from point A to point B and a half (because, let's face it, you're never actually going to get to point B, you'll just circle it desperately for half an hour before giving up and walking half a mile.)
Also, it should not take 45 minutes to travel 16 miles. This is very wrong, Connecticut...ians...?
My sister bought a shamefully large house (but I am pleased that the house across the street is much cuter, and I bring this to my sisters' attention quite frequently.)
The dogs are even more neurotic and, in Alfie's case, senile, than the last time I visited. Alfie spontaneously runs laps up and down the stairs. He walked through the paint can lid (that Dessa left...on the floor? For some reason?) and left tiny green pawprints all over the painting tarp yesterday. He also kicked over his food dish today because he felt walking through it was more expedient than walking around it (I mean, he's right, but he still made a mess.)
Sleeping on an air mattress sucks. My back hurts all the time now. My mother snores intermittently and I have to flip around to make her stop (probably by waking her up but it is my little vengeance.) I know I've been waking up a lot because I remember three or four dreams a night now as opposed to the one or two I usually remember.
Diedre dragged me to the state fair in one of them (I apparently had something better to do?) and I lost my pen in a ninja-bull's manure (the manure was unfortunately not graced with any ninja aspects.) The bull was hiding under a pile of hay, though.
I think I was supposed to buy something there too, but I'm not sure anymore cause I think that was actually the night before last.
Dessa and Nathan eat poorly. We bought too much at the grocery store in abject fear of the emptiness/junk food repository of the kitchen.
Did I mention there's no snow and I am disappointed? This probably means that Nature is saving it all up for a shitstorm of snow the day I try to fly out of here just to jack everything up.
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