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Jun. 29th, 2016 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeHave pretty much decided in time that it's slowly going away that the tooth/jaw/face pain might be TMJ, or the rough equivalent? Since it primarily hurts when either stressed (oh god my dreams last night what the actual fuck) or when I chew. I don't actually know though. But oh god I bit down on some spaghetti last night, not in any strange fashion, just normally, and it fucking hurt.
They're making Labyrinth POP dolls and suddenly I find myself in the strange position of where the fuck am I going to put all my POPs. I've gone from none to two to fifty. (Okay about ten. But a lot.) In the space of a very short time. Probably I'll end up putting them on the bookshelf like most people seem to do. I might also start drilling holes in walls and putting my stuffed animals in hammocks so I can put my pop dolls on my dresser. Yes, I have stuffed animals. I have many stuffed animals. The boyfriend occasionally encourages this by getting me more. And getting himself a stuffed animal the size of me.
Dreams last night were horrific and probably did not help the whole jaw-clenching/teeth grinding TMJ thing. Didn't help my ability to get moving quickly, either. And the night before was similar. Two out of three dreams involved guns (The third involved a dildo. I will take potential dildo embarrassment over dreaming about gun violence.) and it is not helping my mood first thing in the morning and the subsequent productivity.
Though thinking of productivity I did finally fucking figure out how to deal with Khan Academy's complete retool of their site, thereby losing any way I had of keeping track of what lessons I'd already done. Not to mention they keep inserting new videos which is fine, the new ones are sometimes clearer, but it makes it difficult to keep a composition book when I need to keep going back and adding pages. Which is why some god of education made three ring binders. And now I have to make my own table of contents. Fine, whatever, copying my notes can make for refreshers since I haven't actually studied physics for, oh, six weeks due to the aforementioned fuckery. And that's nice and mindless that I can do tonight.
Capoeira. I need to decide if between now and DragonCon I'm going on every Monday or every other Monday. Which I guess depends on how much I can practice with the new inhaler, if I ever get it. Insurance possible running into the doc's vacation or something, authorize the damn thing so I can find out how ridiculous the cost is. I fucking hate the US health care system. And asthma. I really hate asthma. And. I hate adulting, while I'm at it. Really hate that.
Ah well. Things go apace. Trying to keep up with everything I'm doing, as per usual. Really need to get moving on sewing my Peggy Carter outfit, maybe that this weekend. Maybe. Or maybe just cutting it out tomorrow night, starting it this weekend, taking my time. Which would be smarter. Breathe, self. You have two months yet, you'll be okay.
They're making Labyrinth POP dolls and suddenly I find myself in the strange position of where the fuck am I going to put all my POPs. I've gone from none to two to fifty. (Okay about ten. But a lot.) In the space of a very short time. Probably I'll end up putting them on the bookshelf like most people seem to do. I might also start drilling holes in walls and putting my stuffed animals in hammocks so I can put my pop dolls on my dresser. Yes, I have stuffed animals. I have many stuffed animals. The boyfriend occasionally encourages this by getting me more. And getting himself a stuffed animal the size of me.
Dreams last night were horrific and probably did not help the whole jaw-clenching/teeth grinding TMJ thing. Didn't help my ability to get moving quickly, either. And the night before was similar. Two out of three dreams involved guns (The third involved a dildo. I will take potential dildo embarrassment over dreaming about gun violence.) and it is not helping my mood first thing in the morning and the subsequent productivity.
Though thinking of productivity I did finally fucking figure out how to deal with Khan Academy's complete retool of their site, thereby losing any way I had of keeping track of what lessons I'd already done. Not to mention they keep inserting new videos which is fine, the new ones are sometimes clearer, but it makes it difficult to keep a composition book when I need to keep going back and adding pages. Which is why some god of education made three ring binders. And now I have to make my own table of contents. Fine, whatever, copying my notes can make for refreshers since I haven't actually studied physics for, oh, six weeks due to the aforementioned fuckery. And that's nice and mindless that I can do tonight.
Capoeira. I need to decide if between now and DragonCon I'm going on every Monday or every other Monday. Which I guess depends on how much I can practice with the new inhaler, if I ever get it. Insurance possible running into the doc's vacation or something, authorize the damn thing so I can find out how ridiculous the cost is. I fucking hate the US health care system. And asthma. I really hate asthma. And. I hate adulting, while I'm at it. Really hate that.
Ah well. Things go apace. Trying to keep up with everything I'm doing, as per usual. Really need to get moving on sewing my Peggy Carter outfit, maybe that this weekend. Maybe. Or maybe just cutting it out tomorrow night, starting it this weekend, taking my time. Which would be smarter. Breathe, self. You have two months yet, you'll be okay.