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Aug. 1st, 2008 06:55 amI've come to the conclusion that I don't actually need an alarm clock. That's what my cats are for.
For a while there I woke up every morning at around roughly the same time, which was 7 o'clock. I still wake up now around roughly the same time every morning, only this time it's Whenever Miss Michelle Gets Hungry o'clock. Many sharp pointies in my ankle is my alarm clock now. She deigns to allow me to use the human litter-bowl before I feed her. Her brother? Not my advocate, despite leaping up into my lap every morning and purring, flashing his adorable belly at me for petting, and trying to appropriate my headphones in his teeth.
I should have gotten more sleep last night. What with the whole three hour marathon dentist session yesterday. Went to the dentist. Got worked on for three hours. Went to work. Attempted to work, felt nauseous, went and hid in the mattress in the closet for two hours. Woke up? Fine. So far despite the pulling and the root canal I've had two Aleve (naproxen sodium, for you following along in places you don't have Aleve). TWO. I love this dentist. I have 4 percocet at my disposal should I want them. Again, for those of you following along at home, percocet = the kind of medication that is a controlled substance because people get addicted to this kind of painkiller shit. I haven't touched them. Haven't needed to.
Also of note yesterday, Zooey Deschanel came into the store. I probably stared more than was really warranted, but I didn't approach her, gush over her, or anything like that. I just picked an order and then looked for the last two missing things, a perfectly legitimate concern. In the front of the store. While she was there. And then when she left I squeed for about half an hour to anyone who would listen. (And I also discovered that the items I had been hunting for were not the actual items ordered. Duh. I blamed loopiness from dentistry.)
Oogh. Half my family is descending on me today. Possibly I mean that literally. Mom, Aunt B, my sister's already here, and Mom's... old friend turned new boyfriend person. On the other hand since he's an old friend of the family it's a lot less weird/awkward. But, yes. If I'm not around much this weekend, either it's a delayed reaction to the whole dentist thing or my family's abducted me. Other plans for this weekend include mini painting (I've started again) and writing like a mofo. Which I've slacked off on. Bad Jag.
For a while there I woke up every morning at around roughly the same time, which was 7 o'clock. I still wake up now around roughly the same time every morning, only this time it's Whenever Miss Michelle Gets Hungry o'clock. Many sharp pointies in my ankle is my alarm clock now. She deigns to allow me to use the human litter-bowl before I feed her. Her brother? Not my advocate, despite leaping up into my lap every morning and purring, flashing his adorable belly at me for petting, and trying to appropriate my headphones in his teeth.
I should have gotten more sleep last night. What with the whole three hour marathon dentist session yesterday. Went to the dentist. Got worked on for three hours. Went to work. Attempted to work, felt nauseous, went and hid in the mattress in the closet for two hours. Woke up? Fine. So far despite the pulling and the root canal I've had two Aleve (naproxen sodium, for you following along in places you don't have Aleve). TWO. I love this dentist. I have 4 percocet at my disposal should I want them. Again, for those of you following along at home, percocet = the kind of medication that is a controlled substance because people get addicted to this kind of painkiller shit. I haven't touched them. Haven't needed to.
Also of note yesterday, Zooey Deschanel came into the store. I probably stared more than was really warranted, but I didn't approach her, gush over her, or anything like that. I just picked an order and then looked for the last two missing things, a perfectly legitimate concern. In the front of the store. While she was there. And then when she left I squeed for about half an hour to anyone who would listen. (And I also discovered that the items I had been hunting for were not the actual items ordered. Duh. I blamed loopiness from dentistry.)
Oogh. Half my family is descending on me today. Possibly I mean that literally. Mom, Aunt B, my sister's already here, and Mom's... old friend turned new boyfriend person. On the other hand since he's an old friend of the family it's a lot less weird/awkward. But, yes. If I'm not around much this weekend, either it's a delayed reaction to the whole dentist thing or my family's abducted me. Other plans for this weekend include mini painting (I've started again) and writing like a mofo. Which I've slacked off on. Bad Jag.