Just a heads up, my Yahoo email got hacked, and spam messages were sent. Most of them seemed to go to no-replies, and newsletter addresses, but my family also got spammed, and while I think most of the emails I have for my f-list are at my domain email, there are a few exceptions. So if you get something from me with a weird subject -- or anything at all, really, in the last few days -- just delete it. All apologies, password has been changed, metaphysical cookies to anyone affected.
All in all, though, I think it was a decent wrap-up. And I kind of want to gather the whole series and watch it in a big block to see if I can better absorb it, because holy crap, a lot happened on that show.
I've been taking feverfew for a few weeks now, because I am Headache Girl, and that's supposed to help with that. Specifically, its supposed to help with migraines, which I get, but I also get other headaches. Many other headaches. All the time. My superpower is also my kryptonite. Woe. Anyway, in addition to the pain, feverfew is supposed to help with the nausea and sensitivity to light, as well as help open up the blood vessels, which is good for your brainmeats. Nausea I really only get with the bad headaches, but the light sensitivity is a constant thing for me, and I had the thought that the improved blood flow might even help with the steel vise that is sometimes my neck. And I have to say -- I totally love this stuff. Don't get me wrong, I am not pain-free, but...its just better. Last week I had one of my bad headaches (which were becoming way too regular in recent months and part of got me to finally seek herbal help) and...it wasn't as bad. Normally, I'd have taken one of the 500mg monster-Motrin, and gone back to bed after only a few hours awake. I did still take the monster, but I never felt bad enough to seek bed, and was actually able to go out for a little while. IT WAS SO AWESOME, I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU.
I've also started taking some St. John's Wort for my depression, because apparently 2010 is the summer I go after my dream of Things Sucking Less, and so far, that's looking promising, too. Its only been about two weeks, and I haven't had a major down swing to really test it against, but I just feel...better. My okay is well below other people's okay, but lately, I feel like its clicked up a notch. Maybe its the SJW, maybe its just general hopefulness, but its already better than any medication anyone ever tried to put me on. Fingers crossed, y'all. This could be a good summer.
I had this weird Steve-McQueen-escaping-from-the-Nazis dream. It was so realistic and familiar that I thought I must've been re-dreaming a movie I saw, but when I described it to mom (formerly Allied-held manor! coordinated boomy distractions! Steve & Co. escaped through secret passages in the manor that the Nazis never discovered!) she said I had probably just mashed together a few different movies in my head. I'm sure she's right, especially since the only POW!McQueen movie I remember seeing is The Great Escape, but it was just...so clear. And so, so familiar.
Amusingly (at least to me)...Mom had actually been watching "The Great Escape" shortly before I woke up. My brain has sleeping movie psychic powers, apparently. Most useless superpower EVER.
So...apparently Blogger is discontinuing their FTP publishing, and basically forcing their own hosting for their blogs. And no. I do not want to go back to that. I like my domain, I like my blog on my domain, I was very happy when I no longer had to use blogspot, and I do not want to do that again. I could technically meld it with my LJ, which would be mind-numbing and time-consuming, and frankly, I like them being separate. Something in me just throws up a giant brick wall of "NO" when I consider it, so...yeah. (Oh, god. There's also my site-update blogs. I totally forgot about those. RZXBDHSGDXGSAGEDEH. DAMMIT, BLOGGER.)
Anyway, I'm exercising the Google-fu and have a couple of candidates, but if anyone has a recommendation for Blogger-type, idiot-friendly alternative to Blogger, it would be appreciated.
Y'know what's genius? Bleeding through pad and panties to the cushion on your chair, doing the whole change-and-clean-up thing, and then sitting back down on the bloodied cushion, and wondering why your ass suddenly feels damp again. >.<
I am about ready to spontaneously change gender, here. ( Collapse )
Fuck being female. I'm sick of it, I'm done, next party. God can take his whole miracle-of-life bullshit and stick where the sun don't shine.
At the end of September, we had two doors and a window replaced. The doors are a thing of joy and easily-shut-and-locked beauty. The window has pretty much been a pain in the ass. First it was the wrong color. Then there was phone tag with the installation company, until finally we got a nice lady who did some checking and discovered that although the number was technically right, the manufacturer makes both residential and business windows, so we probably just had the right window from the wrong line, and they would order a new one and make sure it was right before putting it in this time. Then the roman shade my mother bought took two weeks longer to arrive than it should have, and was a size smaller than the invoice said it was. Then the scheduled re-replacement of the window got canceled on account of rain that stopped two hours later. Now if the gods will but smile upon us, they will finally be putting the right one in this morning.
But they can't actually tell us when. Or even narrow it down more than "morning."
I gotta tell ya, at this point, I don't really care what color it is. I just want it done, and over.
EDIT: They eventually called, and said they'd be here at 11. Which is, apparently, code for "9:30." Good to know.
Well, fuck. We spent most of the day installing new ceiling tiles in my bedroom (which we bought a couple months ago, and then just...procrastinated over), and now everything's loud as shit. My mouse clicks, usually barely noticeable, are really annoying, and the clatter of typing this is driving me a little crazy. I'm trying really hard not to talk out loud, since other people are in bed, but...I have a tendency to talk to myself a little. Plus, I kind of want to wake someone, because, hi, hello, not all ceiling panels are acoustical, why do I keep listening to you when I am repeatedly shown that you just don't know what the fuck you're on about?
Oh, my god, I so badly don't want to spend another day switching them back. The very thought makes me want to cry. But this...this is not acceptable.
On the upside, I have new sneakers that I got for the cost of shipping, and they are very comfortable. And my mother and I stopped in Wolf's on a whim Sunday, and I came away from it with a new bedside table and a chair and ottoman for my front room, all of which were on extreme sale, and together cost less than we paid for my bed frame a few years ago (also Wolf's, also on sale).
We have good shopping karma right now, I guess. Probably stems from the eight boxes of very-much-not-acoustical ceilings panels that have been sitting in the next room for the last two months. Grr. Argh.
Found an old picture of my dad while flipping through a book (what was it doing there? I have no idea), and it very nearly had me in tears. I'm not sure why, really, ( Collapse )
Its just him, at some random work function, amused as hell. Odds are good he was pulling someone's leg, and waiting for them to catch on. Or going by the flush, he may have been slightly drunk. I saw him sloshed once, when I was little, and it freaked me the hell out -- he was a very happy drunk.
I just had to edit that into the past-tense. Its been what, five years? And I'm all choked up and can't keep my tenses straight from a picture of absolutely nothing. What the fuck, self?
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