29/7/07

Weekend.

29/7/07 12:31
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Saturday was for anime. We watched the remainder of Gravitation, and the beginning of Weiß Kreuz. Then we went home.

Without me noticing, somehow the Relationship Status indicator in my head has changed from "Involved monogamously; that would be cheating" through "Not Fucking Interested (in any of you)" to "On the rebound -- not fair to any of us", still with a side of "still not interested unless you in fact are all that and a bundle of cat macroes".

Today is Laundry Day. [livejournal.com profile] hcolleen is finishing up The Book. She is folded up on the living room floor (we have living room floor! and it's not set aside for a JD!) using the two new Clue Bat 2.1s as a stand for the book. She has about 60 pages to go. She mentioned $CHAPTER_TITLE; I told her that $CHAPTER_TITLE made a lot of people reaction ). (It is the last chapter. I expect that I will be hit for that. Possibly with both clue bats at once.)

There was a flying beetle of Not Insignificant Size in the apartment last night. After it startled me the first three times it showed up, I resolved to lie in wait for it with a bottle of dusting spray and a fistful of paper napkins. Alas, it foiled me still by failing to start flying around when I was waiting for it. Perhaps Hermione-cat will have gotten it.

The laundry room featured approximately four small children. Perhaps it was three, as I only actually saw three of them, but I think there may have been four. I think the oldest was about eight. The oldest one was keeping the rest of them in line, more or less. They were indulging in creative activities such as leaping off the counter, accidentally dropping things in the trash, figuring out whose turn it was to leap off the counter, and making deals involving the rest of the kids not tattling about the accidentally dropping things in the trash part. There was no parent in sight. They sounded almost exactly like Tay-Tay and me when we were small. I remember being a kid too vividly sometimes. There's part of me that still wants to go and play when there are a bunch of kids having a good time, even though I can't get away with leaping off the counters and playing stupid kid social games. They left to go do something more interesting somewhere else, but they were back in the laundry room when I went in to switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer. There were four of them, after all. The boy was actually possibly older than the girls, maybe nine. He was mostly staying out of their conversation, occupied as he was with playing a virulently pink keyboard (without benefit of headphones). The girls sat and chattered about topics of extreme deep interest as they perched on the row of washers.

[livejournal.com profile] hcolleen has finished the book. [livejournal.com profile] the_ass_ship.

I have a glass of Vile Purple Mixture. It's actually very tasty -- mixed berries, chocolate, and cold. I pulled out the blender last night, and I think I will be enjoying Experimental Beverages for a while again. This morning's version is made without alcohol.

The new TMBG album, The Else, is a nice solid effort. It's worth getting it now for the bonus disk. I especially liked "Upside Down Frown" and "Bee of the Bird of the Moth". There aren't any immediate must-listen-to-over-and-over earworms/super-hits, but I get the idea that it will grow on me. "Climbing the Walls" is old-school TMBG, and should be combined with "Minimum Wage", "Someone Keeps Moving My Chair", "Don't Go Back to Rockville", and "Code Monkey" in an IHTFP playlist for work. (And on the bonus disk? "Sketchy Galore" is such a Strongbad song. "We Live in a Dump" is one of my new theme songs, if only for the line about friends.)
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Queue actually looks sane! Hooray! I've been a good little volunteer and have finally caught up to the rest of the class. Have also gotten my primary e-mail down to something sane, and have been working on backlogged comments pending my response.

In the name of both procrastination and general housekeeping, I wound up digging into my mending box and pulling out three skirts that had come up with holes. The skirt situation was getting unhappy; I was considering the idea that I might have to go to work in something that wasn't a skirt that went below my knees. Since I wear a skirt that goes down to at least mid-calf almost all of the time (because I like it that way, not for any religious reasons, though "because it makes me comfortable" might as well be a religious reason) this is a rather major thing.

Shopping was accomplished. There is applesauce. There is apple butter. There is Pepsi (but no Cock).

The timesheets were inaccessible at work. Alas! There were also problems with the TPS Reports.

I've been having massive stage fright over the new position. I was cranky enough at the secondary job tonight that part of it finally clicked: I had some spotting on Monday. Betcha it's largely hormonal. Grr. So there's potentially that. I made sure to get my St. John's Wort and my PMS capsules tonight. On the way home from dropping JD off, I thought about how shaky I've been for the last few days, and how it was really seriously going to have the potential to screw me up, and screw me up badly, if I felt like shaking and crying and throwing up just from fear and hormones. (Ordinarily, my mood doesn't have an adverse impact on my digestive system. If I'm feeling queasy because of a mood change, it's a major event.) Previously, before, I'd have reached out the moment I felt the least little sense of instability. This time, I've been largely standing on my own. Sanity check, though -- did I really have to go it 100% alone when I really needed help? I felt around in my brain. Semi-mystical, entirely babbling. ) Stage fright is nothing in the face of this.

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