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Mar. 14th, 2016 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAhaheheh. XKCD today is about the Doomsday Clock and all I can picture is a room full of very tired, very haggard scientists trying to figure out how many seconds to midnight we can reasonably be at. Because really.
So, that was not at all the way I wanted to spend my weekend. Saturday was only at least semi-fucked due to something going screwy in the brainpan. I don't know if the first dreams were that bad but I woke up at 7 somehow convinced that the center where we do capoeira was going to be shot up in a mass shooting. I was so convinced I ended up pleading out due to lack of sleep, did in fact go back to bed to try to reset my brain, and this time remembered whatever mass shooting nightmare I might have had to get me into that state of mind. Then we ended up going out for lunch and emergency groceries, I put on some makeup to at least make myself feel fierce if I couldn't get my head on straight, and I managed to get a shitload of blogging done if nothing else.
Then last night we'd made dinner, gotten settled in, it was maybe a little before 7? (There's some weird symmetry going on here.) And we realized we hadn't seen Mikey in a while and we'd just heard a cat brawl under the house and the door had been left open for an unknown length of time. Cue first a search in the house, then a two hour search outside the house going from hidey hole to hidey hole that ended up with me sobbing stretched out on the ground in front of multiple crawlspace entrances. Finally snagged him coming out from the one under the porch into the herb garden. Stupid cat. But that derailed my whole damn evening to the point where in order to calm down I had about five shots of Tullamore Dew. No, I am not kidding. And a hot shower, and a couple episodes of mindless action TV and then I did manage to go to bed on time, but I'd meant to do other things with my evening. Ugh. And I still feel rattled, and it's Monday and I can't reasonably call out of work.
(Also it just now hit me that I had five shots of 12 year Tullamore Dew, which is not exactly cheap light whiskey there. Holy shit, self.)
Putting on makeup is definitely getting to be a morning production that will probably get dropped in winter as I become a would-be hibernating bedmonster. But until then it's kind of fun. Even if I gape at the number of products I'm using: foundation cream, foundation powder, eyeshadow primer, pixie epoxy, eyeshadow, lipstick. Possibly eyebrow "pomade" or pencil or god knows what, and now concealer because oh boy howdy more often than not I am toting an entire band's worth of luggage under my eyes. Which then tends to pick up whatever color I smacked on my eyelids. Today it's Fyrinnae Zanzibar. Holy crow it looks good.
I'm really not sure what I'm going to get done today. I'm tired, generally happy but tired, and while the spirit is willing the brain and body might be too weak to get everything I want to, done, plus day jobligations. My Will stat is at negative penalties and I've got an intermittent headache, but I guess the plus side is that most of this is past things, not present or future things? Except taxes. Still need to do my taxes. But overall, it's not that bad. It's just the hangover from when it was bad.
So, that was not at all the way I wanted to spend my weekend. Saturday was only at least semi-fucked due to something going screwy in the brainpan. I don't know if the first dreams were that bad but I woke up at 7 somehow convinced that the center where we do capoeira was going to be shot up in a mass shooting. I was so convinced I ended up pleading out due to lack of sleep, did in fact go back to bed to try to reset my brain, and this time remembered whatever mass shooting nightmare I might have had to get me into that state of mind. Then we ended up going out for lunch and emergency groceries, I put on some makeup to at least make myself feel fierce if I couldn't get my head on straight, and I managed to get a shitload of blogging done if nothing else.
Then last night we'd made dinner, gotten settled in, it was maybe a little before 7? (There's some weird symmetry going on here.) And we realized we hadn't seen Mikey in a while and we'd just heard a cat brawl under the house and the door had been left open for an unknown length of time. Cue first a search in the house, then a two hour search outside the house going from hidey hole to hidey hole that ended up with me sobbing stretched out on the ground in front of multiple crawlspace entrances. Finally snagged him coming out from the one under the porch into the herb garden. Stupid cat. But that derailed my whole damn evening to the point where in order to calm down I had about five shots of Tullamore Dew. No, I am not kidding. And a hot shower, and a couple episodes of mindless action TV and then I did manage to go to bed on time, but I'd meant to do other things with my evening. Ugh. And I still feel rattled, and it's Monday and I can't reasonably call out of work.
(Also it just now hit me that I had five shots of 12 year Tullamore Dew, which is not exactly cheap light whiskey there. Holy shit, self.)
Putting on makeup is definitely getting to be a morning production that will probably get dropped in winter as I become a would-be hibernating bedmonster. But until then it's kind of fun. Even if I gape at the number of products I'm using: foundation cream, foundation powder, eyeshadow primer, pixie epoxy, eyeshadow, lipstick. Possibly eyebrow "pomade" or pencil or god knows what, and now concealer because oh boy howdy more often than not I am toting an entire band's worth of luggage under my eyes. Which then tends to pick up whatever color I smacked on my eyelids. Today it's Fyrinnae Zanzibar. Holy crow it looks good.
I'm really not sure what I'm going to get done today. I'm tired, generally happy but tired, and while the spirit is willing the brain and body might be too weak to get everything I want to, done, plus day jobligations. My Will stat is at negative penalties and I've got an intermittent headache, but I guess the plus side is that most of this is past things, not present or future things? Except taxes. Still need to do my taxes. But overall, it's not that bad. It's just the hangover from when it was bad.