bardic_lady: (ratatouille - those days)
So, yeah. I had been sleeping really poorly. Between writing a paper, an unplanned (and unecessary) all-nighter on Tuesday, and wacky unsleeping on Wednesday, I was completely exhausted last night and I passed out at 6:30pm, totally ready to sleep 15 hours. Haha.
Apparently one of the guys upstairs left the stove on last night. Their smoke detector, and then my smoke detector, went off at 1:45am. I appreciate that their smoke detector is linked to mine. I would prefer they not be stupid.

Went out and got info on Canadian taxes, which can be put off at least a month, so I'm not worried about it.

*sigh* Kitchen cleaning today. Parents on Sunday.
bardic_lady: (indulgence)
Seriously, I think everyone (exaggeration) eats more than I do. Which is a problem and I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to fix it. It isn't that I'm not hungry, it's not even really that I'm lazy, it's that as soon as I think "Golly, I should eat something", something new and vitally important pops up and somehow it's three hours later before I go upstairs in search of food. Of which there is a limited selection because, hey, I'm not stocking my kitchen to live out of for the rest of my life. I'm trying to stick with cheap, fast, and easy, since, by the time I do drag myself upstairs, I don't really feel like doing much. I'm thinking I'm gonna do grilled tuna sandwiches tonight, but that may fry (pun intended) in favour of something faster and easier, particularly given the lack of really good pickle relish.

Housemate is out of town this weekend, huzzah! He apologized again for Wednesday night, using almost exactly the reasoning that I had for being pissed. So, much yay there.

I'm thinking I may try to sneak over to the dance studio over the weekend, if I can figure out a way to have music there, since the sound card issue is...well, still an issue. I may decide to buy my end of project present for myself early so I can use it. We'll see.

My body would stop being so fucked up if I started treating it well. However, the fact that it feels like crap leads to me not working it very hard and continuing to treat it like shit. Vicious, vicious cycle.

Still co-writing. It's fucking long, over 7800 words and still going.
bardic_lady: (hanging on starbuck)
Oilers lost. Suck.

Housemate and friends are playing darts. I'm a little worried that they'll put holes in the wall, but if they do it'll be their problem. On the pluses side, it looks like Housemate'll be out of town this weekend.

I'm finally trying to eat, even though it hurts like a bitch.

I'm really just generally off at the moment, from the nightmares, from the mouth problems, from the total lack of physical affection, from the unease about the housemate, from the not working recently...

When one is in pain, having to talk through it to defend gay marriage to one's ignorant housemate and friend doesn't improve things....
bardic_lady: (dreams)
Ow. Ow. Fucking OW.

I have a giant infected sore on my lip where I bit it. It's swollen, it hurts like hell, and I can't really move my mouth, which precludes eating and talking. Which is a bitch.

I slept poorly, as usual, horrific nightmares about corpses being stolen from their caskets and dimension hopping and looking in the mirror to discover huge burnt pustules all over my chest. Ew, ew, very very ew. Pretty sure I screamed in my sleep again.

I think there was a happy dream in there somewhere and it involved due South bloopers and PG and CKR naked.

Went to the library for more Orbis books, ran into Mike and talked to him for a bit.

Housemate has a guest coming this evening, we'll see how that goes.
bardic_lady: (masks)
Oilers beat the 'Canes 2-1. Well done. Next game on Monday night.

Burning DVDs takes way too fucking long.

Housemate disappeared at some point today. Hasn't come back yet. The amazing vanishing housemate. In a lot of ways, I hope he's planning to have a whole lot of people over, because there is now a shitton of alcohol in this house. (P.S. Let's be clear. I have absolutely no objection to drinking. I do it myself, fairly regularly. I only object to others drinking to excess insofar as it adversely affects me. But eight or nine bottles of hard alcohol and a twelve pack of beer seems like an awful lot for one person)

Made a set of Paul Gross as Geoffrey Tennant icons for [ profile] hawk_n_handsaw. They're all up for grabs:

More to come, more to come... )

It's almost two am. Today (CRT), I ate two pieces of pizza and two peanut butter bars and a half-liter of Squirt and a can of vanilla cola. Heh. So much for health.
bardic_lady: (goldfish)
Well, here I am. Curled up in my chair, getting ready to gloss Midsummer. Watching When Harry Met Sally because it's on. Andrew's here and moving his stuff in. He has a motorcycle. I really don't know what I'm thinking at all. Oh, well...I need to go to the market later, I am very nearly out of edible things...

January 2015



I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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