My "little" sinus infection has turned into the COLD FROM HELL. I won't go into explicit descriptions of what is coming outta my head at this moment, but I think you know but now that it ain't pretty. Most unsettling is how I seem to be shedding taste buds at an alarming rate. That can't be normal, can it?
In any case, I feel like shit. On the plus side, however, being confined to bed offers plenty of time to write on my laptop, so write I do-- over 5,000 words today. Yay me! I'm having loads of fun on this series of fanfics, and can't wait to hear back from my betas. ( 11:21 PM )
When you need a church RIGHT NOW... Inflatable Church ( 5:09 PM )
You know how the odd memory will just flit into your head? Well just now as I was brushing my hair, for no apparent reason, I remembered a woman I knew in Canada, a friend of my FIL. Every time she saw me, in an effort to make convo, she'd yap about various tv shows she likes. "You know how so-and-so does this on Will and Grace?" she'd ask, or "Remember how funny that was on Friends?"
"No," I'd answer, "I don't watch tv." Undaunted, she'd explain to me the show's premise, and then describe the funny moment, which would invariably not be that funny at all, or at least not anywhere near as funny as her effort was worth.
Strange thing was, she'd never, ever remember that I don't watch tv. Ever. EVERY SINGLE TIME I saw her, her second question (after some comment about the weather, which seems to be manditory in Canada no matter the time of year) would be about a show, and I'd always repeat (with varying degrees of patience, depending on my mood that) that I don't watch telly.
It never daunted her. She always took it in stride, set out to cure my ignorance, and launched right into whatever choice tidbit she'd wanted to share in the first place. Head made of solid stone, she has.
So anyway, that's what I just remembered. ( 7:03 PM )
Did the walk-through of the houses today, there's trouble with arranging all the closings and the moving, it's all a big mess. Plus, her teeth hurt and she might need to fit a root canal into the next hellish week. Mom's about ready to snap, and there's no way I can help her or do any of it.
Seem to have a little sinus infection, which interferes with my plans to help the rest of Marwick with dayboard this Saturday-- there's no way in hell I'm going to spread my cooties to the rest of the EK. I just hope that none got involved last night when I was helping them prep stuff-- good thing I was only handling hard-boiled eggs.
Am v. tired and sore, need nap now. ( 4:30 PM )
V. busy day, v. tired right now. Went to class and damn near died from the cold, walking over a mile from Outer Mongolia where I had to park, and the library, where my class is located. Class was good, am experiencing rapturous joy that must only buy one book for it (already own the other).
Came home, got Gramma, got V, went to lunch (yum), went to shoestore to return unsatisfactory shoes. Got 3 pairs awesome new shoes in exchange: red leather loafer-style mules, black leather wedge-heeled mules (can't wait until I go to FL to wear them), and blue suede slippers with pretty Scandinavian-style stitching in cream thread. Chinese food (veg egg foo yung, General Tso's, pork fried rice) for supper.
Was planning on a nice, boring evening but E called, wants me to go to his place to help prep stuff for the event Sat. so I'm off again! ( 7:27 PM )
Woke early, had shower, went to class. Except I was there the wrong day-- my classes are Weds, not Tues. Spent the time waiting for my nonexistant class longhanding a rough idea for a vignette. I am every inch the wanking loser.
Came home, at lunch, typed in the vignette. Words written: ~1250, v. good. Did my Hunterdon Co. shops, typed them in, emailed them.
Bank now contains over $400, can actually pay a smidgen on my bills, yay me! Am hoping there could be enough left for me to pay Mom my monthly expenses I owe her, and perhaps have my braked diddled with as weird shaking v. unpleasant sensation. Also, have noticed antifreeze leak that needs seeing to. Sigh. Will have to get another job to suppliment the secret shopper thing. V. unpleasant idea, drat poverty. ( 11:32 PM )
Well only 9 days until we move, the house is looking more and more stark as we pack things up, sell and donate what we're not bringing with us. Am reduced to whimpering when I see the copious amounts of useless shit Gramma is insisting on bringing with us. Where does she think we're gonna put it, on our heads like those African women with their baskets?
My stuff will take only a few hours to pack up, as hardly have anything-- one box of books, one garment box for hangy-up stuff, one box of folded-up clothes, one box of shoes, one box of bedding. One box of miscellany. Computer going in my car. Might just pack as many of the clothes as possible in my suitcases. Next weekend is K & Q's Rapier Champs in Westfield, I will pack all garb but my outfit (green linen chainse, blue antique satin bliaud) and my basket with daily necessities.
Was supposed to meet with L for lunch today at Perkin's, got there a few minutes late because I thought of printing out some SCA stuff for her just as was leaving, but when I got there it was mobbed and there was no sign of her. Put in my name for a table and went to Marty's to look at the shoes (none in my size, boo!) but when my name was called she still hadn't shown up, so I left. Not upset about it, though. How many times have I forgotten about some meeting or another? For all I know, we were supposed to me yesterday, and it's really me who's the jerk. Wouldn't be at all surprised.
Going with J to see Harry Potter tonight, finally. Have wanted to since its release the day after my birthday, but one thing or another always intervened. Relieved to be seeing it before it goes off the big screen, is definitely a film that is better at the movies than on a TV.
Been writing like a demon this past week, just got an idea in my head and certain phrasings that would not let me go, so I figured I'd go where my muse led me. So far I've created an elaborate storyline, all plotted carefully, and am on the third chapter. The bad guy is not at all who I thought he'd be, isn't it super when a story takes over and you're just a vehicle for it?
Anger blog is doing well, haven't been to angry lately as have been too busy writing to waste my time getting annoyed. Which is not to say Mom and Gram haven't been their usual selves, just that I've been oblivious to it. ( 4:27 PM )
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