Days Don't End, They Just Explode

Work finally finished and now I'm home, feeling tired and sleepy and not at all like going to game, even though I'm going.

And it's warm outside, but not oppressively so, just enough to be annoying.

What really gets me, though, is that the awesome linen pants I ordered were too big, so I have to go exchange them in the store this weekend in hopes that they have a smaller size or, failing that, something comparable. Bah. I used measurements and everything, but they were HUGE. So disappointing.
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Everything else seems to be going functionally, though, so I'll take that as a blessing. The parents should be home this evening, so I'll call them tomorrow and get the ball rolling for my grant stuff and trip things. Now, though, time to pick up the kouhai.

Irate Female Seeks Boomstick

I'm at work, not doing much work. I am completely and utterly exhausted, even though I got pockets of sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open, I'm somewhat hungry, and I'm in no mood to listen to coworkers ask when the work is going to be done and why I am refusing to do more and am getting cranky when asked to do more.
Y( >_< )Y

Yesterday was full of weird. Chris, with whom I haven't spoken in about two years, calls me out of the blue because he's at Anime Expo and wanted to know which hotel I was staying at so we could hang out. It really was a bit funny, if awkward, when I told him that no, I'm not at Expo, I'm going to Japan instead, but have a fun time at the con, honey.

I went to Anime Expo every year since 2000 and have never been in Colorado for the Fourth of July. I don't miss it, though. I'm doing better things now, more fun and less tainted with the scent of fanboy and corporate America. It was a little nice that Chris called, though; he was a nice guy and perhaps the only memeber of my old group of people that I would've liked to hold on to.

At any rate, I should get back to staring listlessly at my screen so the brass thinks I'm working.
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Mundane

I keep forgetting to do my laundry and to go to the grocery store. Seeing as today is payday, it would behoove me to get myself in gear and get things done. Groceries and laundry aren't difficult tasks, just...dull. I'm almost out of pants, though, and the cat needs more food. Sad how the cat being out of food is pretty much the only thing that will get me to set foot in the grocer.
(＃⌒∇⌒＃)ゞ

I just really don't like the grocery store. There's millions of ingredients there but, to me, it's like stepping into some mad science lab where I don't know what will go with what to make which tasty thing.

No, I can't cook. Well, not a lot of things. I can make sandwiches and quesadillas, but that's about it. I fail at domestic things.

Really, what I need is a houseperson; someone to do the cooking and cleaning. I'll go and make money, you just stay home and cook things. Yes, that would be fabulous. *☆*:;;;:*☆*:;;;:

Alas, I have no houseperson, so I have to do the chores myself.

I am a sad panda. （ ・(ェ)・）

Tengo un Dolor del Estomago

Despite a stomach upset by the unwise dinner choice of reheated sausage pizza, I'm feeling really good right now - in my mind, at least. The air is cool from a storm front and I got some pretty clothes in the mail. Don't know why, but a pretty skirt and top can turn a day around, especially when the day wasn't so bad to begin with.
(*゜▽゜ノノ゛☆

Now, I'm off to bed and, hopefully, will sleep through the night this time.
(@￣ρ￣@)ｚｚ

Hey There, Slow Down

I'm in the midst of my lunch hour, wondering why I have to take a lunch when there is clearly more important things I could be doing with my time, like pushing through service requests and figuring out the new Paymentech Online system.

Halfway through saying this to a coworker, I realized that I have a very big problem. I work too much.

I like to get everything done and then relax, but the truth of the matter is that there's always more to do and always things that won't be completed. It bugs the snot out of me, and I'm still learning to cope with it. (｡＞0＜｡)

My overworking tendencies hit home today when I checked Kujirai Kousuke's blog and saw him posing with my company's product.

Work is everywhere, including my fandoms. How hideous is that? 。・ﾟﾟ･(≧д≦)･ﾟﾟ･｡

I need to make a commitment to letting things go, I think. If I can groove a bit more at work, perhaps it will keep me from going batshit.

Here's hoping.

Perspective Adjustment

For the last couple of days, I've been really negative in the mornings. "Today is going to be long" or "Today is going to suck" have been the first sentences out of my mouth.

I'm trying something different now; not necessarily super positive, but more neutral. "I'm going to make it through" and "It's not going to be that bad." It really worked to get me through yesterday, and maybe it'll work to get me through these next few weeks.

My plan for the day is to do what I can, then go home. In the meantime, I will listen to Dream Live 4th and reminisce.

Downtime

I had a post in my brain at work, but Ameblog was down and thus my idea floated away like a butterfly.

While retrieving a package at the manager's office, I learned that the shipment of new air conditioners is due tomorrow. They didn't want to give me one of the crappy old ones from another apartment, so I get a shiny new one. Hopfeully it will be installed Wednesday before SYTYCD. The plasma TV really heats up the place more than I expected it to.

Work was exhausting today, and I'm contemplating a nice, lukewarm bath to help me relax. Yes, a nice, cool soak will be just the thing. (￣▽+￣*)

I'm really looking forward to vacation and a reprieve from this horrible, hectic work pace that I've been moving to. I'm spending my weekends dead as a slug because of all the stress from the week. Not cool

But now is the time for relaxing and getting my head clear enough to let me sleep a bit.

Ciao! (^з^)-☆Chu!!

Massages and the Glory of Ebay

My first ever massage session is over and, let me tell you, it was fabulous.

For five solid minutes something jabbed painfully into my bursitis shoulder...then there was mystical relief and wonderment and a lack of swelling. Masseuse Brenda is my new favorite person.

To celebrate, I booked another session for the 8th - the weeekend before I destroy myself by sitting in a plane for far too long - and went to the natural grocer to get a Dagoba bar.

Now, Dagoba chocolate isn't regular chocolate; it's concentrated goodness that masquerades as an organic candy. I have a bar of dark chocolate lavendar and blueberry goodness on my desk. It really doesn't get much better.
о(ж＞▽＜)ｙ ☆

Actually, it does. 20% off of Lane Bryant clothing as well as some other items I won on Ebay make me a happy person. Yes, I shop for entertainment and for therapy. Blame the Californian in me.
(＃⌒∇⌒＃)ゞ <-- yes, this is my favorite emoticon

I got to thinking, though, as I carefully watched a striped top in the last, crucial moments of the auction, that Ebay is a lot like Halo II for older women.

We snipe. We curse. We exercise dirty tactics and skill. And, if someone outbids us too much, we drive the price up out of spite. I suppose it's also a little like roller derby in that regard.

In short, yay for massages and yay for auctions....even if some bitch did snipe my MatsuJun uchiwa.
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a weekend well begun

I'm stuffy from the cat sleeping on my head all night, but I managed to get some functional sleep from 2-7:30. 5.5 whole hours!
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And now, at 9:30, I'll go down to Stanley Lake Massage and get me one hour of pain that will eventually be fabulous muscle relief. I'll probably have to make another appointment for next week, too, just in case all the knots don't come out.

Then, when I come home, I'll clean. Like a crazy person will I clean. And study.

Yes!

Plan!

ヾ(＠^▽^＠)ﾉ

bastard feline

Normally I wake up at 5:30am. While this used to feel early, a year or so of regular wakeups has me accustomed to it.

I do not, repeat, do not wake up at 5am.

This morning, my cat had something very, very important to tell me at 5am, thus waking me from a very nice sleep. Apparantly the string for the miniblinds was dangling...and Oh! Human! What FUN!

I swear the cat almost got launched off the bed when he smacked me in the ear mid-string chase.

So yes, I got four hours of sleep and I blame the heat (can't sleep properly without good ventilation) and the cat.

At least today's Friday. (￣∩￣#