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For the whole "we are not able to breathe without coughing" thing, I put hot water in a crockpot. When I called Dawn, she recommended rosemary in the water. So I put rosemary in the water. Then I thought about it, and added rather a lot of mint and some cinnamon and some echinacea and goldenseal, and it's become an effective and surprisingly tasty tisane as well as a humidifier.

I have the actual humidifier running.

One of the things that I desire out of a year is a shortage of moments that make me wince hardcore when reading them a year later. January isn't so strong on them, but once I get into later bits, I imagine I'll find more of them.

Random piece of paper on my desk says, regarding zombies: "You can get to the brains on a male a lot more easily." This was from a random anime night involving discussions of zombies and so forth. And I have a Cunning Plan that I must discuss with hcolleen.

Thinking about dating a girl geek and the holidays: First, drop the "girl" part, and think of her as a geek. (As a fellow geek, if you're also a geek.) Keep her interests in mind and get her something for a certain fraction of your gift-for-her budget. Then, with the remaining money, think of her as a girl, and get her a card (and possibly flower), keeping the current holiday in mind. Of course, if she's hinted at preferring to get something girly this holiday, ask her closest chickfriend.

I've been reading through the archives for this year. I'm not out of January yet. Something tells me I won't get through the entire year until next year. That means that old things will be dredged up and put in here, and things that have been left to sit will be paid attention to. I'm working on the geekhousekeeping wiki, getting the bones of the things I was brainstorming in there. That's rather a lot of content, but I hope it'll get to be a good thing, you know? It's not yet ready for the public just yet, because there's still all sorts of junk and things not linked right, but perhaps someday?

I still feel as if I've been beaten with things. Seeing Darkside this weekend would probably be Bad.

I was thinking about bed when figment0 called. When we converse, we converse -- and we stray all over the map of possible topics. Things wound up with me talking to a very worried half-twin sister about specific issues about our particular biology, and experimental cures for PMS. I'm not even sure I followed myself...

My apartment complex is doing the annual apartment maintenance budget planning inspection Monday and Tuesday (that's later today and tomorrow), so I've given the place a bit of a once-over as far as cleaning is concerned. Still somewhat messy, but that's unavoidable. It seems as if just as soon as I've gotten things reasonably tidy, something happens to make not enough space to store things again. (I suppose the next thing is unpacking books.)

In any case, I am seeing floor. Well, rugs on top of carpet, but still.

I went down to the office after getting home from work. I left a maintenance request, or tried to. The person in the office was an ancient woman with too much eyeliner in a color that did not match, complement, or enhance her existing eyelashes. She looks (in my memory) to have greying ginger hair, and correspondingly pale eyelashes. The darkest one would sensibly use would be a brown of some sort, and that sparingly. This woman? Black. Unevenly. It looks like a five-year-old took a Sharpie to her face in a sort of reverse red squirrel effect. I would probably not harsh her makeup choices so severely if she were in fact effective at what she was supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, she got lost at "double pole double throw", and told me that I would have to make an appointment to speak with the maintenance staff so I could tell them myself. (And she couldn't just take down my words, even if she didn't understand them?)

That was frustrating, but maybe I'll get results. I have left sticky-notes stuck to the thermostat and the bathroom door, explaining the two major problems, should the maintenance people come by when I'm out (yay Murphy).

I called V and checked in that she was still alive. She was on her way to her first destination, and having a lot of fun. The yard sale last weekend disposed of almost all her worldly possessions, and the rest are in her car, or something. She set out Sunday morning.

When I went to take out the trash, the sky was utterly clear, but I could taste the water in the air. Monsoon season is fun for those of us who have working climate control and do not have to be out in the heat for any great time. (It's been causing deaths for those who don't have working climate control and/or don't have anywhere to come out of the heat.)

The late-night hour and my general sleep-deprived state conspire to make me feel drunk.

Mama called earlier in the afternoon, waking me up from a short nap in a nicely timely fashion. The blueberries have been epic this year. They were at Virtual Aunt's bog-meadow picking some just recently. Dad combined blueberries with the good vanilla ice cream and had too much fun distributing it to friends and associates at the Farmers Market on Saturday.

I haven't seen the little white kitten with the black trim for a while. I hope it found a home with a suitable human. The dark cat who lounges by the pool was presiding over the Game there when I went down with the trash. I'm human and therefore don't understand the rules of play very well, but it seems as if s/he is master enough of the Game that s/he can choose an obvious central spot and still play effectively.