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Nov. 18th, 2008 06:43 amOkay. I officially never want to have a nightmare like that EVER AGAIN.
Somehow, I was pregnant. I don't think I either knew this at the time or I was trying very hard not to think about it. But me, a couple friends from school, my best friend in childhood, and Katie Holmes (!?!) were going out for a night to see either KMFDM or Pig or both. And before we did this we went to dinner at someone's house. The slightly creepy thing was that the house was laid out and set in a place almost identical to the farm. Furniture and everything was different though.
So, we get there, and we're all sitting down to dinner, and I'm pretending that I'm married to the boy which, really, isn't anything new. People by now assume we're married, we've been together long enough. Or at least, some people do. But it's to keep me from being yelled at because the master of the house is very conservative and I'm pregnant out of wedlock, technically. Katie Holmes is also pregnant, but give that the last time I paid any attention to her in the news she was giving birth, this is unsurprising.
( Cut for TMI, because even *I* didn't want to know )
And then, mercifully, the cat woke me up. Thank you Mikey.
So, LJ is moving. I'm archiving all my shit just in case they lose some of it; no slight against them, but I do know that sometimes when people move equipment, some things get lost. So, archiving. All the journals I can think of. Maybe eventually before work I'll just do that find all journals thing and finish up.
Yesterday was the day of cutting myself. I have no idea why I was being so clumsy but for some unknown reason I managed to cut myself on paper, plastic, cardboard, the fucking tape dispenser, but not the boxcutter I was so carelessly wielding as to have a few relatively near misses. Apparently I'm clumsy only when it doesn't count. This didn't help because I still have a fair chunk of backlog from the mail order sale. Really, when LJ goes down to move, I'm not sure I'm going to notice. I'll be too busy packing boxes.
Um. What else. Not too much else, I guess. I am sort of semi officially going to Thanksgiving with the pagan fam instead of the ... other fam... I have a lot of family in the area. Both because I haven't seen as much of them as I want and in completely mercenary furtherance of a goal. Yes, deliberately cryptic again. Other than that... I don't know. Not much goes on. The mail order sale seems to have been a good one. The economy's in the crapper, go us. The boy's hours are getting cut at work but not substantially, and he's been reassured that this happens every year. Given the state of everything that's going on I'm weighing that against the fact that a lot of funny things happen to hours over the holidays, depending on what business you're in, and being thankful that my credit card debt is almost gone. Heh. And I need to take that seed money I've been given and start a mutual fund/IRA/investments of some kind. Sometime this week. But right now, I need to recover from that damn nightmare.
Somehow, I was pregnant. I don't think I either knew this at the time or I was trying very hard not to think about it. But me, a couple friends from school, my best friend in childhood, and Katie Holmes (!?!) were going out for a night to see either KMFDM or Pig or both. And before we did this we went to dinner at someone's house. The slightly creepy thing was that the house was laid out and set in a place almost identical to the farm. Furniture and everything was different though.
So, we get there, and we're all sitting down to dinner, and I'm pretending that I'm married to the boy which, really, isn't anything new. People by now assume we're married, we've been together long enough. Or at least, some people do. But it's to keep me from being yelled at because the master of the house is very conservative and I'm pregnant out of wedlock, technically. Katie Holmes is also pregnant, but give that the last time I paid any attention to her in the news she was giving birth, this is unsurprising.
( Cut for TMI, because even *I* didn't want to know )
And then, mercifully, the cat woke me up. Thank you Mikey.
So, LJ is moving. I'm archiving all my shit just in case they lose some of it; no slight against them, but I do know that sometimes when people move equipment, some things get lost. So, archiving. All the journals I can think of. Maybe eventually before work I'll just do that find all journals thing and finish up.
Yesterday was the day of cutting myself. I have no idea why I was being so clumsy but for some unknown reason I managed to cut myself on paper, plastic, cardboard, the fucking tape dispenser, but not the boxcutter I was so carelessly wielding as to have a few relatively near misses. Apparently I'm clumsy only when it doesn't count. This didn't help because I still have a fair chunk of backlog from the mail order sale. Really, when LJ goes down to move, I'm not sure I'm going to notice. I'll be too busy packing boxes.
Um. What else. Not too much else, I guess. I am sort of semi officially going to Thanksgiving with the pagan fam instead of the ... other fam... I have a lot of family in the area. Both because I haven't seen as much of them as I want and in completely mercenary furtherance of a goal. Yes, deliberately cryptic again. Other than that... I don't know. Not much goes on. The mail order sale seems to have been a good one. The economy's in the crapper, go us. The boy's hours are getting cut at work but not substantially, and he's been reassured that this happens every year. Given the state of everything that's going on I'm weighing that against the fact that a lot of funny things happen to hours over the holidays, depending on what business you're in, and being thankful that my credit card debt is almost gone. Heh. And I need to take that seed money I've been given and start a mutual fund/IRA/investments of some kind. Sometime this week. But right now, I need to recover from that damn nightmare.