Ookings of d00m

Good/Bad:

Good: Shipment from ThinkGeek; I now have a samurai umbrella, 3 monitor mounted mirrors for work, a coffe cup power inverter that gives me 1 usb power socket and 2 standard power plugs for the car, two power squids, and laser scissors.

Bad: My lungs hate me today.

Good: Managed three good solid workouts this week. In bodycombat, the instructor took my request and worked one of my favourite song/exercise combos in. Also, next time the schedule shifts, she's also taking my suggestion to have a thursday night class, which a) works perfectly with my schedule, and b) means it'll be a full hour class instead of the truncated 45 minute classes we have at lunch.

Bad: Due to excessive caffeine, my guts also hate me today. (The caffeine usually helps with the lungs).

Good: Contact Dance is coming along well. I think by the end of this course, I might actually feel comfortable enough to try a Jam. Though the timing sucks for me.

Bad: The appartment is reaching terrifying levels of messy. We have a moth infestation, though I think (hope!) that they're the sort that eat our food instead of our clothes.

Good: My Indigo shipment also came in - a book on electronics, Cherie Priest's Boneshaker, and a couple non-fictions on superheroes.

Bad: Still having periodic issues with the jaw. Hopefully the dentist on Tuesday will help.

Good: Cafeteria food this week has included meatloaf wrapped in thick slices of bacon with mashed potato and veggies, and veal saltimbocca (sp? basically veal cutlets with fancy ham on top) with a baked potato and veggies. This is why 52 weeks of music and lunch will be hard - the cafeteria food here is *good*.

Good: Despite the good food, I seem to have lost a little bit of weight.

Bad: Despite having just moved into this cube on Monday, I am moving again March 5th, and probably again two weeks after that. I found out about the second move after I'd unpacked everything. The new cube has two walls instead of the three I am used to.

Good: The number of moves is to ensure that we don't end up in "tripods", where they cut the current cubes to 2/3 of their original size, so you can't back up without smacking into the person behind you (where the third wall ought to be). Move 2 has our current cubes tripodded, while move 3 has us move over a couple desks to cube that will not get the tripod treatment.

While in Ktown for the weekend, we stayed with the Lizrents. The Lizrents have a cat. A sweet, pretty, stupid cat with long hair. This means that my allergies start to overwhlem whatever anti-allergen I throw at them after a while. To survive, I bring out the nuclear option - stimulants. Pseudoephedrine and caffeine keep me perky and breathing despite the cat.

The downside is that I don't sleep well with all that in my system.

Sunday, I loaded up with tea and advil cold+sinus to get to "normal". Then we left and headed home. By the time we got there, I was bouncing off the walls. My stomach is also unhappy, whether due to turkey or caffeine (or egg nog) I am not sure.

I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night.

Yule vigil (staying up from sunset to sunrise tonight) is going to be *fun*! I'm hitting caffeine now to make it through the day. I don't want to touch stimulants after sunset, since it feels like cheating. If I start nodding off, though, I may cheat with some absinthe.

[On seeing me washing my lunch dishes at work]
"You're going to make someone a good wife some day!" (from a male executive. my ex-uncle once made the same comment on seeing me cook.)

[On a guy knowing what colour his shirt is]
"Oh, your wife has you really well trained!"

Because washing dishes, cooking, and fashion sense are all "women's work". What century is this again?

I slept poorly last night - went to bed at 11, up again at midnight, back to sleep at 1-2, t hen up again at 5:30 before finally getting out of bed around 6:15.

Today was mildly productive at work.

Meetings ran late enough to put me an hour late getting to the gym, so I decided to go home instead.

On getting home, I decided to clean up a bit, then try to be productive.

While cleaning up, an entire shelf of vinegar, oil and soy sauce bottles collapsed when I bumped it trying to put away recycling. Miraculously, only one mostly empty bottle of balsamic broke. The down side is that the reason the other bottles didn't break is that they bounced off something soft before hitting the ground - namely my head and my right hand.

Clearly this is a sign that I should just microwave some dinner and spend the night curled up in the office doing nothing more complicated than drinking vodka.

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.

I have thinky posts on the boil in my brain.

I have minimal posting/e-mail access at work.

Frustrating.

Now, bed.

p.s., contact dance class continues to rock.

We at Beta Colony have a fever. Things we have discovered that are not effective prescriptions for our fever:

• More cowbell


• In fact, any amount of cowbell


• Battlestar Galactica


• Going to work


• Chocolate


• Neal Stephenson


• Batman


• Doing laundry

Back is out. I'm working from home today while I hobble around with a cane - driving seems to make it worse. I'd hoped it would be improved this morning. Not so much. At 9, I am going to call and see if I can get in to see an RMT today. I am trying to avoid taking anything with advil in it because my stomach is pretty upset to begin with.

Point form post!

• Spent time sewing last night. Made myself a pocket full of fail. The snaps were too loose (apparently they need a reinforcing layer of fabric), and I mounted them too low on the pocket back. And the straps I made, planning to turn them inside out, did not turn inside out. I cut a new pocket back, straps and reinforcing strips, and will take another shot at pouches tonight.


• When I'm waiting for code to compile, etc., I am geeking out about White Wolf's Scion. Anyone know of a good site for Norse words/phrases?


• Yesterday, I woke up at 4:30 am with a splitting headache, and couldn't get back to sleep. I woke up at 4:30 again today, but no headache, so I passed out again. My body is trying to recalim the lost sleep from yesterday. Horrible chemistry has been invoked.


• I also need to remember to go through my sarongs some night this week and see which ones need to have ties added.


• According to the Weather network, the forecast temperatures for Fest is now NaN C, for the entire 14 days.


• As further evidence of my neural degredation, I find I am growing to quite like Old Krupnik.


• I need a vacation.