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.

Judgemental

I was looking at a dating site (trying to recover from the humiliation of my last look at a dating site), and all I could think of was how bad the spelling was in many of the ads. I thought, "I could never get involved with you - you obviously didn't think to run that through a spellcheck program before you posted it."

Then I felt bad, like I was judging people unfairly. It's not like I haven't spelled a word or two wrong in my day. Maybe eHarmony was right - I will be alone forever.


On the plus side, it's the weekend! Huzzah!

No pissing in my cornflakes

Man, every time I start the day out cheerful, something comes along to make me seethe within half an hour of getting to work.

It's probably a good thing that I can't talk about work on my blog, because I don't want to get fired.

Suffice it to say, I am very glad it's Friday.

Cryptic Note

I've been taking notes since yesterday in the Tenorikuma notebook I purchased on my first trip to Puroland. They're tiny bears who run a coffeeshop (at least, I think they're bears - their tails look a bit more like racoons), and they're accompanied by smiling sugar cubes, spoons, and little wisps of steam. I wasn't going to get sucked into something boring, like Hello Kitty - although I do have a fondness for Kuromi-chan (or Bondage Bunny, as we like to call her) - no, I am on Team Tenorikuma all the way.

I mention this because I found a page where I had written some cryptic notes. I think maybe I wrote them while I was still in Japan - I only received this book in the mail yesterday - but have no idea what it means. It's about sushi rolls, salads, and main dishes - but right in the middle is this cryptic note:

"Please feel free to ask a NINJA"

Was I doing a lot of drugs back in the day? Was I tripping? Is this like that notebook full of ramblings from the time I spent the night in a Shinjuku McDonalds, waiting for the trains to start running again?

And at the back are 6 pages of notes from two episodes of Stargate: Atlantis, which are obviously for that story I wrote for the Secret Santa exchange. That takes me back. Maybe one of these days I will get around to watching the rest of SGA...maybe.

All I need is a notebook, and a really cool pen, and I am happy.