curgoth: (mad science)
( Jul. 2nd, 2010 01:51 pm)
I find myself thinking far too seriously about difficult it would be to build either a sedan chair or a rickshaw. Because, that way we could carry around [ profile] mycrazyhair at Kaleidoscope and other fun events she hasn't the spoons to go to!

Surely all I'd need is an Ikea armchair, some bolt on rings and wooden dowels...
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( Feb. 21st, 2010 11:54 am)
I completely forgot to acquire loonies for laundry. No laundry for me today! I have 2, maybe 3 days before the underwear shortage gets dire.

At least this gives me more time to go shopping for pants. And shoes. And, perhaps, underwear.
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( Aug. 24th, 2009 03:01 pm)
I am definitely sick - the fever has started in earnest now, in addition to the constant gut issues. This is definitely what Lizard has. So at least we know it's not an ulcer - yay?

I am amused and annoyed that the biggest issue in getting sick for me is that I don't think I can justify going to the gym tonight.
curgoth: (sick)
( Jan. 17th, 2009 06:02 pm)
When I get it in my head to be stubborn, I do stupid things. Case in point - I've been sick for over a week and a half. I stubbornly decided that I should be able to get better on my own. I haven't. I am, in fact, sicker now than I was a week ago. I should have gone to the doctor last week, but I decided that, having taken a sick day the week before, I could not justify taking time from work to go. So instead I went to work on massive amounts of advil/tylenol to mask the recurring fevers. Now, it's the weekend, and I'm having to bail on planned social outings because I am, shockingly, still sick and feverish. Having finally given up, I am admitting that I need antibiotics, but it's the weekend, so I can't do anything about it.

Not my smartest move.

Ah well. Back to the couch to curl under blankets and watch BSG.
curgoth: (rage)
( Jul. 8th, 2008 10:10 am)
Last night, I may have slightly overdid it at the gym. No injury, but I'm still feeling wiped and shakey the next day. This meant I was pretty tightly wound and cranky last night (apologies to the stich and bitchers who had to put up with me being surly while ironing).

I broke two sewing machine needles sewing the belt loops on the utility belt before I figured out what not to do.

Around 11, as I was finishing up the sewing, I heard from outside somewhere and angry, at least slightly drunken male voice scream "Shut the god damned door!", followed by the clear sound of a slap, skin on skin, and an adult female voice shouting "Ow!" I went out on the balcony to try to figure out where the sound was coming from, but I couldn't hear anything else.

This morning, there was a note up in the elevator about a man trying to get into our building, having threatened someone who wouldn't let him in that he'd "be back".

Some days, I think I don't own enough weaponry.
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( Apr. 7th, 2007 11:13 am)
While having breakfast this morning, I overheard the woman at the table next to ours repeatedly asking both her date and the waitress (while chatting) why its an Easter bunny and not an Easter chicken. She seemed to have no idea where those elements of the Easter symbolism come from or what they represent. How do people who celebrate these religious holidays not know these things?

I wanted to lean over to their table and say "It's the sex, stupid." but I didn't think that would go over well.
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( Dec. 31st, 2006 08:10 am)
Nine times out of ten, mocha means "chocolate with some coffee flavouring". The other time, it means "chocolate with condensed, highly caffinated coffee in it". Guess which of the two the mocha cake I had with dinner last night was? Guess who didn't sleep last night? Guess who has a screaming liver, an upset stomach and a headache now?

Whoops. I'd been drinking when we got to dessert, and ddin't figure it out until, gaving spent all night tossing and turning, my heart started pounding like a jack hammer (though it's actually only going at 75 instead of its usual 60 bpm). My hands are shaking. Argh.

Reminder to self: NEVER eat mocha cake. EVER.

Me != smart.
curgoth: (joy)
( Oct. 26th, 2006 08:43 pm)
Woo hoo!

I finally figured this out!

It turns out I gave both my wireless router and my new server the same IP address. This was not bright or good. Even if .50 seems like a good number. The important thing is that it is fixed now. Also, I should really document my network.

Now I have one less thing to worry about.
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( Jul. 3rd, 2006 02:39 pm)
Last Friday, I did lower body at the gym. I had a great time, pushed myself, etc. So, my legs were sore. As usual, two days later, they hurt like hell. I also noticed that my back was sore, but it seemed like part of the package. Today, the legs are mostly better. The back, however, is much worse. I've had to cancel my plans for today because I can't move well enough to put pants on, let alone drive. So now I am sitting in my chair sweating like crazy - I suspect the heat is making it worse. My lovely lizardlove is gone to get me robaxacet, and possibly ice cream. I am loved. And also a dumbass. Ow.
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( Mar. 19th, 2006 06:08 pm)
Yup, that'd be a hangover. Not the worst I've ever had by any stretch - among other things, there's no bagpipes this time.

On the plus side, my leg seems to be almost completely recovered.

Today has been predominantly a day of napping, with a side of laundry. Still to do: take out the past month or so of recycling.
curgoth: (Hero)
( Feb. 19th, 2006 10:26 am)
Brainfart. I thought, somehow, that banks would be open today so that I could get change to do laundry with. Apparently, I was wrong. Since I didn't do laundry last week, this could get... dire. *eyes ruffly shirts that are /technically/ within dresscode for work*

On the plus side, Mennonite bacon and french toast for breakfast!
curgoth: (blue shy)
( Jan. 28th, 2006 04:03 am)
OK, any illusions I had that caffeine might grant me coordination are banished. Just call me Curry-Foot McGee. Or, better yet, don't. On the plus side- the bowl did not break, and I did not spill my drink - apparently my unconscious has priorities.
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( Jan. 28th, 2006 03:44 am)
Home from Savage Garden. Pleasantly, the more I exercise, the less my leg hurts - no pain at all at the moment.

I went and danced almost entirely non-stop for close to three hours. As is normal for nights when I don't arrange specifically for it, I didn't speak to anyone between the time I left work and, well, now, except to order drinks or give instructions to the cab driver. Savage was strangely empty tonight - I can only assume that there was something else exciting going on that I didn't know about.

I was crashing at 10:30 when I was getting ready, and so I had a diet coke, with two shots of 151 to ameliorate the effects of the caffeine while keeping me standing. The rum's all gone (but WHY is the rum gone!?) and the caffeine endures. I danced hard enough that I eventually *stopped* sweating, so now I am drinking water so that I can get hydrated so that I can drink alcohol so that I can sleep at some point.

I feel good. The music what what I wanted and needed, and I hit the right mix of chemicals in my system when I was there. Intellectually, I know that I should not try to stay up straight through to tomorrow night. We shall see how that works out. Now to go find food/drink and water.
I had been thinking earlier that the kitchen really needed to be cleaned, especially the top of the stove.

It is now much cleaner.

In such ways does the universe move through us. In my solipsistic philosophy, much of what we call "fate" is our own unconscious minds acting through us.

So I get to blame both fate and myself.

On the plus side, the apples are tasty, and not filled with glass.
curgoth: (Default)
( Sep. 29th, 2005 09:44 pm)
good ideas:

  • making beef barley soup

  • making baked apples

  • putting both in covered containers

  • reducing the leftover liquid form the baked apples to a syrup

bad idea:

  • reducing the syrup in a pyrex pan, thinking that frequent stirring and moving of the pan would be enough to keep the pan from exploding. I'd like to blame alcohol for this decision, but I suspect I would have mde the same call sober. Now, to find out where that blood is coming from while I wait for the glass to cool enough to dispose of.

almost a good boyfriend...

(edit: no glass seems to be embedded anywhere on my body, so no injuries are serious, except to the pan.)


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