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Apr. 4th, 2016 10:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeThe boy is out for most of the week visiting his folks and I am stressing. I don't know why this time is stressing me out more than usual, but it is. Not even so much oh god this is the end of the world nothing can get done stress, just, argh I miss him this is irritating me stress. As a result I want to buy all of the Life's Entropy lipsticks and some of the Fyrinnae and all of the Notoriously Morbid changeling overtints. Because I stress-buy, among other things, when things go annoying and right now that stress buying appears to be ALL OF THE LIPSTICKS.
This is actually worse fucking timing than usual because the boy won't get a paycheck from his new job for possibly four weeks now, so now is not the time to be flinging money at cosmetics companies. And yet my will checks are at minuses instead of bonuses. Ugh.
Making it worse? Better? Is the whole issue of my calves doing capoeira. Although I will say, on Saturday class it was just me and the two teachers? So it was back to the first several weeks of class when it was pretty much here keep up with these twenty year veterans, which, fucking ow. But I wasn't any much sorer afterwards than I have been. So that's something. I was exhausted though, and pretty much useless after we got home from grocery shopping for the day. I also managed to eat a pile of chicken fingers, a pile of cheese fries, and an entire tall shake at Steak and Shake afterwards. Because apparently rigorous capoeira really is that rigorous. But, calves. Still ow. Really fucking ow, although somewhat less really fucking ow. So I guess the overall lesson here is, it is going to get better. It's just going to take forever and a day to do it.
... Oh god, I just put together the freaking out with the chocolate cravings and figured out what's going on. Why the fuck are female biologies so badly engineered. Whose bright fucking idea was this.
Ugh. And I'm tired. Which, I kind of know why I'm tired, I didn't get quite enough sleep last night. Not bad enough to have the headache and full effects, but still not good given the point in cycle I'm at. And still. I just. Argh. It's the day of being nibbled to death by ducks. Hilariously, the worry all the worries ducks just collided with the buy all the lipsticks ducks because what if the lipsticks (that I already bought one of and tested and found it good) aren't actually good? what if they're just fooling me. Jesus, brain. Can't you pick one or two PMS issues and stick with them?
Ah well. I can take this one thing at a time today. Really. One thing at a time, and things will get done. Slowly. But steadily.
This is actually worse fucking timing than usual because the boy won't get a paycheck from his new job for possibly four weeks now, so now is not the time to be flinging money at cosmetics companies. And yet my will checks are at minuses instead of bonuses. Ugh.
Making it worse? Better? Is the whole issue of my calves doing capoeira. Although I will say, on Saturday class it was just me and the two teachers? So it was back to the first several weeks of class when it was pretty much here keep up with these twenty year veterans, which, fucking ow. But I wasn't any much sorer afterwards than I have been. So that's something. I was exhausted though, and pretty much useless after we got home from grocery shopping for the day. I also managed to eat a pile of chicken fingers, a pile of cheese fries, and an entire tall shake at Steak and Shake afterwards. Because apparently rigorous capoeira really is that rigorous. But, calves. Still ow. Really fucking ow, although somewhat less really fucking ow. So I guess the overall lesson here is, it is going to get better. It's just going to take forever and a day to do it.
... Oh god, I just put together the freaking out with the chocolate cravings and figured out what's going on. Why the fuck are female biologies so badly engineered. Whose bright fucking idea was this.
Ugh. And I'm tired. Which, I kind of know why I'm tired, I didn't get quite enough sleep last night. Not bad enough to have the headache and full effects, but still not good given the point in cycle I'm at. And still. I just. Argh. It's the day of being nibbled to death by ducks. Hilariously, the worry all the worries ducks just collided with the buy all the lipsticks ducks because what if the lipsticks (that I already bought one of and tested and found it good) aren't actually good? what if they're just fooling me. Jesus, brain. Can't you pick one or two PMS issues and stick with them?
Ah well. I can take this one thing at a time today. Really. One thing at a time, and things will get done. Slowly. But steadily.