Ya know when you're not feeling well, and your mood plummets, and everything feels dreary and grey... and then ya get a call from that special person and talk a while about nothing in particular, and suddenly everthing seems much better?
And that's despite the wind and rain, and frigid temps, and the fact that said someone is very very far away.
Oh, and that the campus police at your alma mater tazered a student 'cause he wouldn't leave the computer room. And the your home town's branch of your current health provider is getting criminal charges pressed against them for abandoning a patient on skid row.
>_>
...of course, now I live in a place where they have to borrow news stories from LA in order to fill up a 30-min news program...
...and there are giant piles of multi-color leaves piling up on the streets across the city...
...and in a quite neighborhood, two guys can be working in the garage putting "leaves" into boxes, with the garage doors wide open for fresh air...
...and get arrested by the police...
...did I mention the "leaves" were of the canabis variety?
<_<
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
This Is Just Not My Da y...
Bleh... or maybe not my week? Weekend?
Firstly, it's been raining off and on (mostly on and not off) for about a week or more. Probably more. But tarus have bad memories, so I'm not sure about the duration of the rainy period anymore. Suffice to say it's been too long.
Too too long.
Especially for this SoCal taru. Where's my gentle warm sunshine, demmit! Granted, we don't have seasons back home (there's summer and not summer), and leaves tend to just dry up and die as autumn falls across the land. But at least we had sun.
Then, my umbrella breaks. 'Cause, ya know, it's not enough for there to be practically non-stop water falling down from perpetually grey skies, but there's got to be frigging WIND to go along with it. Wind which whips at your half-frozen frame from every direction at once, sneaking past your layers of clothy protection to make you shiver (but not in a fun way...). Wind which mischievously tries to flip your hat (or cap) away, like some overgrown and invisible bully who derives twisted joy out of tormenting the weak and helpless. Wind which absolutely delights in tearing asunder that flimsy collection of aluminum wires and cloth you use as a shield against the deluge of water falling down upon your already sodden head.
So luckily I had a spare umbrella. And yet, for some odd reason, I felt compelled to go and buy yet ANOTHER umbrella. I don't know why, I just did. So I did.
Good thing, 'cause a week or so later I LOST MY SPARE UMBRELLA ON THE BUS!
-_-;;
Oh wait, not the end yet. Last Friday I went to the dentist to get a retreatment on my root canal from about 5 years ago. Seems the original procedure left some material behind. As in, nerve material. As in, "hey, I don't think I should be feeling what almost feels like an electrical shock when I bite with that tooth."
Root canal. Ew. Never fun. But as I have a very small mouth (shaddup Torias I dun need to hear it), it makes it very difficult for oral surgeons to work. So they had a bite guard. And a dental dam.
Both instruments are straight from the devil's own torture chamber. The bite guard about made me gag several times.
2 and a half frigging hours in the chair. As nice as the dentist and assistant were (and they were great), that is a LONG ASS TIME to spend in the chair with impliments of dental horror in your mouth.
The next day I woke up in the morning with a headache that made me want to die. Literally. It felt like my hair was throbbing, it hurt so bad. I barely managed to stumble out of bed, heat up some soup, eat half a bowl, down some Advil and then pass out again.
And didn't wake up until nearly 2 in the afternoon.
Dragged myself up, to have more soup, blearly too my asthma meds, put on some warm clothes, and trudged out into the rain to go to the bank. 'Cause, well... rumor has it that there's a possibilty that the paycheck might not go through if I don't get it in the bank right away...
>_>
Missed the bus on the way to the bank, 'cause traffic was too heavy to cross the street and the driver didn't wait.
<_<
Did I mention it was raining during all this? And that I forgot the umbrella?
-_-;
Walked, 'cause I was still bleary, and kinda in pain, and not thinking clearly, and a bit cranky. Got to the bank. Caught the bus back. Had more soup.
Bloody tired of frigging soup. Maybe I should adopt that as a battle cry.
Oh, and the receptionist quit at work, so guess who gets to sit up front, answer phones, be scrutinized by the president, and just generally be stuck doing stuff no one wants to do but needs to be done anyway?
...gee... this feels kinda familiar...
>_<
I can't even check personal e-mail.
;_;
And I thought I had a doctor's appointment today. But it wasn't today. It's next week.
-_-;;
...and now it's freezing cold, and one of the circuits in the apartment has shorted out. So half of the apartment is without power. Luckily the refrigerator is okay. But the stove is electric. And it's out. And I think the water-heater is on the same circuit. And... quite possibly the heater.
-_-;;;
And to top it all off, I can't find my maglite. So... if the rest of the power goes out, I'll be totally in the dark. Except for the little light from my cell phone.
Go me.
'Scuse me while I go back to freezing to death...
Firstly, it's been raining off and on (mostly on and not off) for about a week or more. Probably more. But tarus have bad memories, so I'm not sure about the duration of the rainy period anymore. Suffice to say it's been too long.
Too too long.
Especially for this SoCal taru. Where's my gentle warm sunshine, demmit! Granted, we don't have seasons back home (there's summer and not summer), and leaves tend to just dry up and die as autumn falls across the land. But at least we had sun.
Then, my umbrella breaks. 'Cause, ya know, it's not enough for there to be practically non-stop water falling down from perpetually grey skies, but there's got to be frigging WIND to go along with it. Wind which whips at your half-frozen frame from every direction at once, sneaking past your layers of clothy protection to make you shiver (but not in a fun way...). Wind which mischievously tries to flip your hat (or cap) away, like some overgrown and invisible bully who derives twisted joy out of tormenting the weak and helpless. Wind which absolutely delights in tearing asunder that flimsy collection of aluminum wires and cloth you use as a shield against the deluge of water falling down upon your already sodden head.
So luckily I had a spare umbrella. And yet, for some odd reason, I felt compelled to go and buy yet ANOTHER umbrella. I don't know why, I just did. So I did.
Good thing, 'cause a week or so later I LOST MY SPARE UMBRELLA ON THE BUS!
-_-;;
Oh wait, not the end yet. Last Friday I went to the dentist to get a retreatment on my root canal from about 5 years ago. Seems the original procedure left some material behind. As in, nerve material. As in, "hey, I don't think I should be feeling what almost feels like an electrical shock when I bite with that tooth."
Root canal. Ew. Never fun. But as I have a very small mouth (shaddup Torias I dun need to hear it), it makes it very difficult for oral surgeons to work. So they had a bite guard. And a dental dam.
Both instruments are straight from the devil's own torture chamber. The bite guard about made me gag several times.
2 and a half frigging hours in the chair. As nice as the dentist and assistant were (and they were great), that is a LONG ASS TIME to spend in the chair with impliments of dental horror in your mouth.
The next day I woke up in the morning with a headache that made me want to die. Literally. It felt like my hair was throbbing, it hurt so bad. I barely managed to stumble out of bed, heat up some soup, eat half a bowl, down some Advil and then pass out again.
And didn't wake up until nearly 2 in the afternoon.
Dragged myself up, to have more soup, blearly too my asthma meds, put on some warm clothes, and trudged out into the rain to go to the bank. 'Cause, well... rumor has it that there's a possibilty that the paycheck might not go through if I don't get it in the bank right away...
>_>
Missed the bus on the way to the bank, 'cause traffic was too heavy to cross the street and the driver didn't wait.
<_<
Did I mention it was raining during all this? And that I forgot the umbrella?
-_-;
Walked, 'cause I was still bleary, and kinda in pain, and not thinking clearly, and a bit cranky. Got to the bank. Caught the bus back. Had more soup.
Bloody tired of frigging soup. Maybe I should adopt that as a battle cry.
Oh, and the receptionist quit at work, so guess who gets to sit up front, answer phones, be scrutinized by the president, and just generally be stuck doing stuff no one wants to do but needs to be done anyway?
...gee... this feels kinda familiar...
>_<
I can't even check personal e-mail.
;_;
And I thought I had a doctor's appointment today. But it wasn't today. It's next week.
-_-;;
...and now it's freezing cold, and one of the circuits in the apartment has shorted out. So half of the apartment is without power. Luckily the refrigerator is okay. But the stove is electric. And it's out. And I think the water-heater is on the same circuit. And... quite possibly the heater.
-_-;;;
And to top it all off, I can't find my maglite. So... if the rest of the power goes out, I'll be totally in the dark. Except for the little light from my cell phone.
Go me.
'Scuse me while I go back to freezing to death...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
WTF?
Been doing a lot of coughing lately. It's better than before (yay for inhalers and allergy medication), but I still have occasional coughing attacks. Especially if I get too cold, or if the air is too damp.
And, joy of joys, it's been raining almost non-stop for the past few days. Wee... -_-;;
So on the bus last night, I had a very bad coughing attack. Couldn't stop coughing no matter what I did, and I did try.
And some woman turns around and glares at me. Like I'm coughing just to annoy her or something.
Um... hello? Do you think I WANT to be coughing this loud, and this hard? Do you think I ENJOY suffering the painful torment of coughing so hard, the muscles of my arm clench up and spasm? That my stomach twists into knots? That my eyes tear up? That it feels like my lungs are trying to turn themselves inside-out and crawl up my esophagus and take a peek at the world?
Yeah... no, I don't think so, lady. Whatever.
...
...oh, and then some idiot wakes me up ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door at 2am in the morning. Which was both scary and hella aggravating.
HELLO?! Get the F*** outta here and go the F*** home! Don't wake strangers up at 2am in the morning! WTF is wrong with you?
...so tired... -_-...
And, joy of joys, it's been raining almost non-stop for the past few days. Wee... -_-;;
So on the bus last night, I had a very bad coughing attack. Couldn't stop coughing no matter what I did, and I did try.
And some woman turns around and glares at me. Like I'm coughing just to annoy her or something.
Um... hello? Do you think I WANT to be coughing this loud, and this hard? Do you think I ENJOY suffering the painful torment of coughing so hard, the muscles of my arm clench up and spasm? That my stomach twists into knots? That my eyes tear up? That it feels like my lungs are trying to turn themselves inside-out and crawl up my esophagus and take a peek at the world?
Yeah... no, I don't think so, lady. Whatever.
...
...oh, and then some idiot wakes me up ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door at 2am in the morning. Which was both scary and hella aggravating.
HELLO?! Get the F*** outta here and go the F*** home! Don't wake strangers up at 2am in the morning! WTF is wrong with you?
...so tired... -_-...
Friday, November 03, 2006
Another Handful of Random Thoughts
Umbrellas. Useful little (or in some cases not-so-little) devices, generally designed to keep rain offa yous head. However, their handy light-weight folding (for convenience purposes) and water-shedding (for practicality purposes) design have one fatal flaw: a vulnerability to a strong gust of wind.
-poof-
Instant mass of mangled aluminum and torn cloth onna stick. Woo. Always fun to deal with when the rain is pouring down on you and the wind is blowing every-which way.
So, how to deal with this problem? Well, someone came up with a revolutionary idea: let's make inversion-resistant umbrellas! With cunningly designed vents that will allow the wind to blow through the umbrellla, thereby increasing its ability to resist the subversive forces of the inversion-inducing winds!
...wait... vents?
...umm... doesn't that essentially mean you're putting holes in
the umbrella?
...anyone else think gnomes might have been behind this idea?
No wait, I take that back - if it were a gnomish innovation, it probably would have involved a lot more gadgetry. And might accidentally turn you short with a nice creamy avocado complexion.
__________
Ya know when you're tired all day, and finally get home, and lay down to get a bit of sleep, and end up laying there for an hour unable to fall asleep for some odd reason? And then, when you finally do fall asleep, seems like the next minute the alarm is going off, and you gotta haul your sleepy buttaru outta bed to start the process all over again? An unrelenting, merciless cycle of exhaustion, insomnia, and weariness that goes on and on, seemingly without end?
...yeah...
I miss dreaming.
__________
The Wii is already sold out. It's not even out yet, and it's sold out. Which considering everything is probably a good thing, as it prevents me from plopping down $200+ bucks on the system in a geeky rush of excitement and glee. Oh, and more on the game, of course. Shadow Princess. Mm... Linky goodness.
...I'm such a dork sometimes...
__________
Dear Staff:
Please do not poopy on the floor in the bathroom. Espeically please don't poopy on the floor in the bathroom, step in it, then walk out, leaving a trail of poopy footprints behind you. Poopies belong in the toilet, not on the office floor.
Thank you very much.
__________
A couple weekends ago I bought some stamps to mail stuff. Including some of the 2-cent stamps, as I have a lot of those pesky old stamps that the federal government decided to make no longer sufficient funds for the purpose of mailing things.
I just discovered today that I accidentally through them out with last week's trash.
Excuse me while I club myself over the head.