Back at it

Ah, another Monday dawns...the golf course is greening, the dandelions are popping up, and my stomach is in knots.

I'm not sure if it's a weekend of trying to eat well (but probably failing), or if it's just that time of year, but I feel gross. Seriously. Like, alien parasites swimming around in my stomach gross.

And I walked to work today, which may have made things worse. Mom gave me the "Oh, Erica!" when I mentioned I had been driving to work since I got my truck, which sent me into a shame spiral. So, I walked to work and got my stomach all churned up in the process.

This is why I'll never be an award-winning blogger. Intestinal woe!

Still here

You thought I was in a drunken stupor all this time, didn't you?

Well, I wasn't.

I did have a drink Friday night, and a couple last night, but nothing major. I went to Matt & Kara's Friday night to check out the work they're doing on their backyard - it looks pretty good now, so I can only imagine how great it's going to look when it's complete.

I drove to Ross River yesterday morning to put up a sign at the Canol Footbridge. I didn't know where I was going, and there weren't really many people around to ask, but I asked the man at the hot dog stand (which was actually just across from the bridge). And then I was starving, so I bought the most expensive hot dog in the world - seriously, it was just a hotdog, like you make at home. I could have bought a whole pack of hot dogs (and buns, too, if I were still in Ontario) for that.

But I was really hungry.

I filled up with gas at the General Store, so now I have no excuses for not going to Ross for gas (since I know how to do it and how to pay for it now). Then I came home for my last day of snuggling Titus. Heather came by to pick him up in the evening, and now I find the house is a bit too quiet.

Now the mad rush to get my house presentable for my parentals is on. I want them to see me living in a neat and tidy house (even if most of my belongings are stored in Rubbermaid containers). They'll be here in just over 2 weeks, so I need to get crackin'.

Is it me?

Do I emit some kind of energy field that causes destruction? Everywhere I go, things fall apart. I am the only common factor, am I therefore the cause?

Man, I am getting hella-drunk tonight. My trip over to Ross may be postponed until Sunday.

Punchy

Man, I hate how a person can be in a great mood, ready to be productive, and loving life, and then have that mood completely destroyed by some jerk.

I am just an admin assistant - I don't have any power to make things happen. Stop trying to pressure me!

To reiterate

Like I said last Thursday, I am tired all the time.

I drove into WH with K on Sunday, to pick up stuff for the event she's having at the Rec next weekend. To WH and back in a day...that is tiring. And even though I had yesterday off (Thank you and Happy B-Day, Queen Vicky), I still woke up this morning feeling like I had been running marathons in the night.

Titus is a pleasant houseguest - he is friendly, noisy, and knows how to curl up beside me so that I sleep through my alarm. Hooray for feline-therapy!

In three weeks and a day, my parents will be landing in WH. I have that time to clean the house, arrange to borrow an air mattress from someone, and try to plan some activities for the three of us to do. My idea of time off lately involves me sleeping. I don't think M&D are coming all the way to the Yukon just to have naps ^_^

In other news, I have a target goal of money I need to save up for a future sekrit projekt. It's a pretty big number, so I'd best get saving.

I need sleep

I am not falling asleep well at night, and staying asleep far later than I should in the morning. It takes me roughly three hours to get awake enough to be useful, and by then I need a nap anyway.

No more sugar, no more caffeine. No more foods I eat even though I know they make me ill. (Which I guess means no more booze, either).

Once I finish the stuff in my fridge ^_^

Going to Town

I am going to town this afternoon, and it is hard for me to do anything productive.

I'm going in for a meeting about the new health plan all the Yukon Communities are enrolled in, which means there will probably be a lot of note-taking involved. But there will also be a hotel bed, and a chance to go grocery shopping, so I'm all woooo-hoooo. But, you know, in a quiet, refined kind of way.

In other news, I have punctured the middle finger on my left hand through excessive quilting over the weekend. I couldn't find my good thimble, and nothing else seemed to have any effect at all - bandages were punctured within three stitches, and whoever suggested a few layers of nail polish obviously was not familiar with my inability to allow nail polish to dry. Luckily, I did not touch the fabric during that experiment.

The new quilt is coming along pretty well, I think. The part that I thought would be the hardest (freehand-drawing of vines and leaves) is actually proving to be fairly simple. The only difficult part is the darkness of the fabric combined with a regular old pencil makes it tricky to see what I've drawn in order to quilt it. But with any luck, I'll pick up a white pencil at Walmart or the Bear's Paw, and then everything will be aces.