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Sep. 14th, 2015 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOkay, now I really do want that Ravenclaw bathrobe, it was 64 in the house when I woke up and somewhere in the forties outside. (Farenheit, for those of you who live not in the US, so, generously, 18 and 9.) I'm not ready for it to be winter yet. I don't have my bathrobe aired out or washed for one thing, and I only have the one bathrobe so if I have to wash it, I'm screwed and huddling under blankets, which never stay on my shoulders when I want to read something.
It's very much a hot cocoa morning. I'm not a tea person, although it'd probably be better for me if I was, health-wise. Not by much, but still. But I've never been a tea person. I've never had the tea experience. I've always had the hot leaf juice experience, which, yes, I know it's the same thing, but the semantics are completely different and that's what counts. Periodically I decide I'm going to try tea, I decide today's going to be different, I'm going to go for that tea experience, but it keeps turning into hot leaf juice in my mouth. We're not even going to discuss my experience with coffee.
Back to routines. Which means Japanese in the morning, and exercise, and ten kinds of ugh considering I wasn't entirely prepared for this whole winter thing. Even if it's just a day or two of it. A day or two of it actually feels worse, just as soon as I get used to being Henry Higgins around the house ("Where the devil are my slippers??") and hiding under blankets, it's warm again. Also, come to that, the boy's asleep upstairs and I haven't cleaned the living room enough to capoeira all over it this morning. Fuck this, exercise in the evening, more study in the morning. And writing work. And things that do not involve taking my bare feet out from the blankets.
Today has been inexplicably up and down, too. On the one hand, the morning went well, ont he other hand I really wanted there to be exercise and it really wasn't happening between the cold and the boy being asleep in the place where there was the greatest open floor space for exercising. (You would think in a house this size this wouldn't be a problem. Given the fact that the living room floor is covered in a couch, two tables, three laundry buckets, a small coffee table like thing that really needs to go in the fucking garage, various living room furnitures that actually go there, boxes, and other crap, you would be wrong.) And then I got to work and instead of waking up I got more sleepy and Aunt said I sounded congested. If I made it out of DragonCon without the crud only to catch it from the boyfriend there will be fucking murders. And then things sort of went up from there only until I ran face first into an old .... we'll call it an old issue. A Sorcerous issue, for those of you who know those sorts of things, and so now I'm all scraped raw on the inside of my head and really pissy about it. And even more pissy because "it's completely fucking irrational grow the fuck up, woman." Anddddddd.
But I have hot soup. I have hot soup and wontons. I think I'm just going to end up subsisting off of Trader Joe's soup cartons and whatever I end up dumping in them for, oh, most of the winter. Noodles, vegetables, chunks of chicken. Well, stringy pulled bits of chicken. Soouuup. Hot, slurpy soup for the winter.
Fuck everything, at least I have relatively simple day job stuff to do. And things to study. And simple writings to do. At this point I'm just glad I have simple, easy to do shit I can bury myself in so I don't have to look at things in the back of my head that make me want to throw up.
ETA: TWO. TWO things that remind me of that fucking Sorcerer because fuck me I just realized that the thing my aunt has been moaning at me about has hit all the oh god this sounds like me six-seven years ago buttons. Jesus fuck. I am setting the world on fire and curling up in the ashes to sleep until everything goes away. (Not really. But I'm about at that level of go off to be very quiet now until I stop having a supernova.)
ETA2: Now that I am spending the last 2 hours of work trying to figure out how in the name of little blue ferrets this one supplier managed to fuck up this badly, the supernova does not look to stop anytime soon.
It's very much a hot cocoa morning. I'm not a tea person, although it'd probably be better for me if I was, health-wise. Not by much, but still. But I've never been a tea person. I've never had the tea experience. I've always had the hot leaf juice experience, which, yes, I know it's the same thing, but the semantics are completely different and that's what counts. Periodically I decide I'm going to try tea, I decide today's going to be different, I'm going to go for that tea experience, but it keeps turning into hot leaf juice in my mouth. We're not even going to discuss my experience with coffee.
Back to routines. Which means Japanese in the morning, and exercise, and ten kinds of ugh considering I wasn't entirely prepared for this whole winter thing. Even if it's just a day or two of it. A day or two of it actually feels worse, just as soon as I get used to being Henry Higgins around the house ("Where the devil are my slippers??") and hiding under blankets, it's warm again. Also, come to that, the boy's asleep upstairs and I haven't cleaned the living room enough to capoeira all over it this morning. Fuck this, exercise in the evening, more study in the morning. And writing work. And things that do not involve taking my bare feet out from the blankets.
Today has been inexplicably up and down, too. On the one hand, the morning went well, ont he other hand I really wanted there to be exercise and it really wasn't happening between the cold and the boy being asleep in the place where there was the greatest open floor space for exercising. (You would think in a house this size this wouldn't be a problem. Given the fact that the living room floor is covered in a couch, two tables, three laundry buckets, a small coffee table like thing that really needs to go in the fucking garage, various living room furnitures that actually go there, boxes, and other crap, you would be wrong.) And then I got to work and instead of waking up I got more sleepy and Aunt said I sounded congested. If I made it out of DragonCon without the crud only to catch it from the boyfriend there will be fucking murders. And then things sort of went up from there only until I ran face first into an old .... we'll call it an old issue. A Sorcerous issue, for those of you who know those sorts of things, and so now I'm all scraped raw on the inside of my head and really pissy about it. And even more pissy because "it's completely fucking irrational grow the fuck up, woman." Anddddddd.
But I have hot soup. I have hot soup and wontons. I think I'm just going to end up subsisting off of Trader Joe's soup cartons and whatever I end up dumping in them for, oh, most of the winter. Noodles, vegetables, chunks of chicken. Well, stringy pulled bits of chicken. Soouuup. Hot, slurpy soup for the winter.
Fuck everything, at least I have relatively simple day job stuff to do. And things to study. And simple writings to do. At this point I'm just glad I have simple, easy to do shit I can bury myself in so I don't have to look at things in the back of my head that make me want to throw up.
ETA: TWO. TWO things that remind me of that fucking Sorcerer because fuck me I just realized that the thing my aunt has been moaning at me about has hit all the oh god this sounds like me six-seven years ago buttons. Jesus fuck. I am setting the world on fire and curling up in the ashes to sleep until everything goes away. (Not really. But I'm about at that level of go off to be very quiet now until I stop having a supernova.)
ETA2: Now that I am spending the last 2 hours of work trying to figure out how in the name of little blue ferrets this one supplier managed to fuck up this badly, the supernova does not look to stop anytime soon.