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Woke up dizzy AGAIN. And I'm not sure if I need to up my water intake, my sodium intake, lower either, something. It's just first thing in the morning, though, so it's possible that what I need isn't any of that, but more sleep. Or maybe that and more water. Fuck if I know. It's not acute or anything, just annoying, especially when so much of my exercise routine depends on balance and such.

Simple joys again. Last time it was hot running water, this time it's the ability to do laundry. Spent some time last night tossing clothes through the washer and dryer, folding them and putting them in my dresser or, well, in the boy's nightstand, since his dresser is in the garage still. That's probably one thing we should do today, get his dresser upstairs. Or tomorrow. But soon. And stuff can all get folded and put away, he can figure out how he wants to arrange his clothes and I'll arrange mine, and. God, slowly unpacking, but still unpacking. Progress! Bit by bit.

I both can't believe it's Friday and am so fucking glad it's Friday. I hope it's a quiet Friday, but I don't know how likely that is. And then when I get home the living room needs done because tomorrow it's going to be full of furniture.

... I'm hesitant to make plans, now, past that, because chances are they're going to get changed within the next few hours or something. Apparently the boy intends to go grocery shopping in the morning, which means I do need to get a menu done, but fuck if I know what else is going to happen. Ugh. I should make a list of things I mean to get done this weekend rather than a schedule. Yes.

Oh! But! I also discovered that my time to make a double batch of biscuits is about 30 minutes prep/15 minutes cook. And by prep I kind of also mean clean up a bit between stages, but. I had a massive biscuit craving (still not a Hobbit) last night so I got home and to the kitchen and immediately flung myself into baking biscuits. And they came out fucking fantastic. And then I ate possibly more of them than I should have but biscuits and jam. Only now I need suitable jam for the biscuits. Or to make honeybutter. Or both. I think both. I promise I'm not a Hobbit. I just need my biscuits and jam.

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Still not feeling too good. Mostly just dizzy and flushed, which is a good sign that I've pushed my body about as far as it should go and lie the fuck down already. Which I can't, because I'm at work. Part of me is wondering what the hell I ever did to cause this, but I kind of think that regardless of the physical labor I have or haven't been doing (and there's been considerable of it anyway) the stress hasn't properly been allowed for and that's what's punching me in the face. At which point I get Martin Freemen in my head: "I always hear punch me in the face but it's usually subtext."

This is exemplifying my state of mind right now. I'm so tired the thoughts are drifting along in their little bubbles colliding with each other at random and spilling words over one into the other. This makes for a very interesting day but I think I might want to stay off the phones. Or out of the front of the store, or both.

So, now that my biscuits are a success and I've managed to bake something NOT from a box mix, I'm going to go back to trying my hand at bread, this time with slightly more detailed instructions. My usual approaches to cooking do not work for baking, so I'm having to teach myself with very slow, detailed instructions. Because my usual approach to cooking is "Eh, that looks like about half a teaspoon." or "Yeah, that could use some more vanilla/oregano/sea salt/worcestershire sauce." or "Crap, I don't have tomato paste. Diced tomatoes and tomato sauce it is!" I've discovered this is a Bad Idea when it comes to baking. Mostly because I got 'oh honey'd into enlightenment. Oops.

I have, at least, gotten languages done, gotten an introduction up for the first chunk of the post on Wesen biology, got my essay on the Women of Grimm up. Hey, it's like I can be productive or something! So there's that. And if I get any brain cells back ever I might even try to get the Wesen biology post done and drafted and up ahead of schedule so it can just automatically post public and I don't have to worry about it from here on in. Seriously, I love this blog, but sometimes I can't believe we managed to start it. Or, well, no. I can't believe we got enough reception/eyeballs on it that we feel like we have to continue collecting our thoughts in some sort of organized fashion, translating it out of us-speak and into language for public consumption, and posting it places. That's just weird. Literally, this is shit we used to do for fun. And now we still do it for fun, but there's about twice as much work because we have to organize and translate it all.

I'm sure I had something else I was going to say here. I can't think of what it was, though, so I guess it's time to start whittling down on my list of shit to do. Starting with day job work now that German is done. Yay.