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I’ve been scarce — mostly because we have company (Tony’s mom is staying with us for a week-ish) but also because of general medication malaise. It’s getting a little better though, thank goodness.

Today I’m (hopefully) going to try and make clothes for myself. Will update soon.

Am way behind on the site too…we’ve been running all over town. Time. Eck. Never enough of it.

Well, I got good news and bad news at the dr. yesterday. My calf has been doing badly, so I had to get shots there (ouch) but he thought I’d be ok to get completely off of the evil pill. So today is day one without any.

So…

I’m totally dizzy. And queasy. Barely know which way is up and my head feels like it is full of cotton — but strangely ready to explode at any moment. Heh. cotton shrapnel.

I know it will get better, but today sucks. There are *so* many things I should be doing and I don’t feel capable of doing any of them.

Sleep though…sleep would be really really nice…

(you know, I use way too many ellipses…)

…that things only work AFTER you’ve called the help desk and explained the whole situation? I think there’s a law somewhere that says that…just like your nose only itching when you wash dishes.

And why do cats like fish so much when they can’t stand water?

(definitely 80′s)

This just makes me so mad:

http://www.illinoistimes.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A5131

Of course, that’s just one thing that does. There’s lots of others.

…(80′s-ish reference)

I’m kind of stuck down in the parlor today. I’ve got a guy doing yard work (Tony hasn’t had the time, seeing as how he’s working like 80 hours a week and only home 4 days) and my doctor hasn’t approved me for hard labor. So Steve and Ronnie are raking leaves. They live in the neighborhood. Steve is a little odd, but that’s par for the course. This is Old Louisville, the home of crackpots, crackheads, and students (who often fit into one of the other groups). I suppose I qualify as a crazy writer lady.

So I’m working on the design document for the St. James Ct. Art Show and cursing my beatiful but ungainly nails. It’s like learning to type all over again. It is driving me nuts. I’m seriously thinking about going to a salon and saying “Please, for the love of god, trim these suckers!”

I have to go to the bathroom but I have CIL (cat in lap), so I’m stuck. I think they have a sixth sense for these things — either they cuddle with you right before you’re about to get up or when you have to pee. It’s like your nose only itching when you do dishes.

I know I write about spam a lot, but hey, I get a lot of it. The following is a recent entry that just made me giggle…I thought guys were supposed to like women with, uh…large personalities?

Subject Line: rookie super models sporting petite boobs

Text: just legal girls that have itty bitty titz

Maybe I’m the only one that finds that funny. I don’t know.

Hint of the day: if you’re already feeling funky and can’t quite walk straight…don’t eat the leftover taco salad for dinner.

Really.

(truly, Saundra, if you get that one, I will make you cookies and send them to you. I don’t think it’s an 80′s reference though…Probably 70′s and maybe even 60′s.)

Today is an icky, icky day. Besides the weather (which looks frightfully dull and gray – kind of the quintessential winter sky), I had to take Tony to the airport at 5 AM. We, of course, got a flat tire on the way. Grrr. I thought he was going to spontaneously combust.

Did get him there on time, though, so that was okay. Then I went back home and to sleep, making the mistake of turning off my alarm. Which meant I woke up really, really late. Way past time to take the “evil” pill. Subsequently, I’m so dizzy I can hardly see straight and just feel really, really funky. Little waves of motion and emotion washing over me. And the leg/ligament? Eh, not so happy today.

Not to mention the really, really weird dream(s) I had — violent, bloody affairs with desperation and sadness written all over them, though at least there was a requited love at the end. (Note: my dreams tend to be like movies and I’m often not even in them)

Best bit:

(boyfriend describing horrible thing that happened to girlfriend to his parents, who are some kind of King/Queen? after the ordeal is over and everyone has been rescued…I’ll leave out what the horrible thing was ’cause it really was horrible–lucky for me, it at least seems to have happened “off scene” in my dream/movie.)

While he’s telling the story, [girl] hangs her head in shame at a particularly heinous part. The mother immediately takes the girl’s chin and lifts it up gently.

“Never be ashamed at what someone has done to you; it reflect only on them and not at all on you.”

I’m not describing that real well, since I’m leaving out the nasty bits, but oh well.