*smooch* (ldy) wrote,
*smooch*
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This morning's song-in-my-head-upon-awakening: a melange of Fatal Tragedy and... and... damn. I've lost it already. Weird. It was so clear when I woke up.



I was so thrilled last night to get to bed before 10... only to have to seek solace in the couch two hours later. I hardly slept at all. This snoring thing is killing me.

Two things I cannot do without: food and sleep. If my blood sugar drops too low or I don't get enough sleep for a couple days in a row, I'm a absolute wreck. I really do get bitchy, and I can't stand it.

I'm a light sleeper, to boot. Hold me?



I have to go to the ob/gyn today for my yearly exam. I've been smoking lately (not an awful lot, but daily), so I suspect I will be unable to get the obc pills I've been taking for most of my adult life. Hm. What to do? Lying isn't an option for me. Perhaps I'll look into depo. Or maybe I'll choose abstinence!*

Planned Parenthood is more of a last-ditch clinic down here than a widely-accepted alternative to individual care... they don't even take health insurance. I really do like supporting them, as I feel they offer an important contribution to women everywhere. I hope their clinic will be acceptable to me.

I wonder if I'll have to cut across any protest lines today.



We have the paperwork to make me Z's official guardian if his death-obsessed father should die or become otherwise incapacitated. It seems like a natural progression to me.



You might think that yesterday was Zack Attack Thursday! But it wasn't Zack Attack Thursday! Because we didn't go to jam on Wednesday! *powerchord!*

I'll try to get something next week.



I've bought a book on learning how to play the guitar. Since then, I've been practicing keyboards again. No, I don't know why. I try to find at least ten minutes a day to do it. I'm not always successful, and truth be known, I really suck (at keyboards, anyway). Still I persist.

I've also been making a point of trying to ride my bike for ten minutes each day.

Little by little, I'll get myself from where I am to where I want to be.



I got my hair cut yesterday. The stylist was great... but it cost me nearly twice what I used to spend with Richard, and I still have dye stains on my unwaxed eyebrows. :(



I want to take a nap, but I have way too much work to do.



Soooooo verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry sleeeeeeeeeeeepy...



Oh, I nearly forgot.

Remember my house? Up north? Well, I've had a helluva time with this. My attorney is elderly and forgetful. The buyer fell clear off the face of the earth... Her cellphone now has a young boy on it who informs callers "If I want to call you back, I will. If I don't, never call here again!"

Anywho, it closes today.

Finally.

Heaven knows we could use the money!

Keep yer fingers crossed, k?




I'm eating a lean pocket. I think it's chicken fajita, or something like that. Max is eating it with me.

What is it with this cat? He won't touch tuna or sushi or any one of a number of catty food items... but he likes pizza and hot pockets. He's not even keen on the chicken hiding inside... he just seems to want to lick the hot pocket itself.

Maybe he just likes luncheoning with me :)

OK, time to get some more work done before my appointment. I hope that you can find a moment of True Beauty today.

*schmoooches*

* Yes, I do realize that quitting smoking altogether is the best option.
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