GBU in 2013-2014

The good
I told my dad about Aaron bringing me my phone at 1:30am. I left it at his place, sent him a message via FB saying I’d get it later and I was going to bed, and 2 hours later, Aaron quietly lets himself in and sticks in the charger because what if something happened and I needed it. Dad laaaaaughed and laughed and laughed. He adores Aaron.

I ran today! It was not a bad effort! I pulled 11.5 minutes straight! Thanks, Pacific Rim main theme. I did an hour of circuit training last night that basically featured squats and leg lifts of sorts, and now my ass, hips, and hamstrings just want to cry themselves to sleep and be done with it. Gentle yoga tomorrow sounds amazing. Please to stretch out, miserable muscles.

I did not get stuck in the traffic resulting from a catastrophic car fire like my boss did! (I saw the remains on the way home. Slag had dripped and cemented to the road. The entire front end was a charcoal brick. How does that even happen?)

My pulled pork quesadilla was totally worth it and was fucking delicious. I had jalapenos added. For about an hour after lunch, I could breathe solidly through my nose and coughed when I spoke because all the gunk was dripping out of my throat. Freeeeedom.

Aaron came over to cuddle and watch Southpark and generally be full of giggles and I am here to make you feel better.

Sheppy knows Aaron’s car sounds. A door shutting, plus the particular beep of the automatic locks, has his ears perk up and then he looks expectantly toward the door. It’s the cutest thing EVER.

Krystal gave me a hammock. (whut I’m not asking questions.) It’s now set up on my balcony. The third floor is above mosquito level. I spent an hour swaying lightly in my hammock with my laptop this evening. The only thing I needed was someone to hand me my drink.

The bad
I updated my billing info on Amazon and tried to buy the entire Pacific Rim soundtrack for running purposes. Amazon is rejecting my card, which is the same damn card I’ve been using for years. “Talk to your bank,” they say. Or how about you guys stop being dumb.

My period started with 20 minutes left in my run. It was awkward and full of self-conscious self-checking. I was wearing new underwear. Hate sneaky periods. Haaate.

I am full of drippy, stuffy allergy symptoms. Freaking fall. Freaking moldy plants. I hate plants. Plants and sneaky periods can die in a raging car fire.

There is apparently some kind of anemia going on. I’m fatigued, my period is going, and all I want to eat is meat and protein. I don’t even want cheese or french fries. This is unheard of. If my jaw would quit reacting to the nasal congestion, a nice steak would be amazing. But… cannot chew, so protein shakes it is. I had a handful of peanuts for breakfast, pulled pork for lunch, and a protein shake for dinner, and I’m… meh, satisfied.

Took Sudafed. Still stuffy. Still slightly pressurized. Adding Benadryl and my daily steroid nose spray and going to bed, because blaaaahhh. It’s like having a cold, only without the malaise and justification for self-pity. The self-pity is the best part of being sick.

Sheppy and Lena are clingy and whiny. They are so clingy and whiny that when I got in after my run and immediately went for the shower, and then a tampon, they both followed me in the bathroom and wound around my legs whining at me and each other while I had both hands up my cooch, setting off one hell of a period-augmented angry moodswing. I got so tired of yelling “no” and “go away” that I locked myself outside on my hammock and watched them morosely watch me from inside. Take that, assholes.

The ugly
I’m not sure I have a left pinky toenail anymore. I’m going to blame this on running, but there was no Stage Black. It just… vanished, and the skin closed up around it. Now what do I paint?

Walking home from my run, a bug flew down my cleavage and drowned on impact. This is not the sexiest I’ve ever been.

Last updated October 08, 2014