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So, this weekend would have been a lot better if I hadn't spent the bulk of Sunday being exhausted and sick and not actually getting anything done that I wanted to. Extra bonus points for not being able to sleep because too sweaty and too itchy and finally I just took a pile of drugs (read: a glug of NyQuil) and forced myself to pass out. Today, marginally better in that most of my symptoms are gone except, of course, the debilitating exhaustion and body aches. Although maybe that was slinging boxes all day.
Portland plans are starting to come together, most recently plans for meals and things, leading us to wonder what am our lives what am our choices. It's been so long since I've been to a strange city and been an actual tourist, I don't actually remember what it's like. When was the last time I played tourist in a strange city? .... London? Was that really the last time? No, Stratford. Something like that. I can't count Maui because I didn't much leave the hotel there, so, okay, yes, Stratford. And that's over ten years ago, literally. Christ in a bucket. No wonder I'm wondering about my life and choices.
So. Pretty much what I have to do this coming weekend is pack and clean, I have to keep my routines between now and then. Next week is a Grimm pause, thankfully, so I can get everything set up to just wake up at fuck o'clock in the morning on Wednesday and just go. And the mail order sale. Christ. I don't even know with that, it hasn't started horribly but it's also been busier than it has and. Bleh.
It's finally happening. It started out as a ... not quite a pipe dream? But definitely closer to wishful thinking. And now it's happening, everything's booked and we've got all our prep and my business cards are coming and... this is happening. It's a bit amazing.
So, this weekend would have been a lot better if I hadn't spent the bulk of Sunday being exhausted and sick and not actually getting anything done that I wanted to. Extra bonus points for not being able to sleep because too sweaty and too itchy and finally I just took a pile of drugs (read: a glug of NyQuil) and forced myself to pass out. Today, marginally better in that most of my symptoms are gone except, of course, the debilitating exhaustion and body aches. Although maybe that was slinging boxes all day.
Portland plans are starting to come together, most recently plans for meals and things, leading us to wonder what am our lives what am our choices. It's been so long since I've been to a strange city and been an actual tourist, I don't actually remember what it's like. When was the last time I played tourist in a strange city? .... London? Was that really the last time? No, Stratford. Something like that. I can't count Maui because I didn't much leave the hotel there, so, okay, yes, Stratford. And that's over ten years ago, literally. Christ in a bucket. No wonder I'm wondering about my life and choices.
So. Pretty much what I have to do this coming weekend is pack and clean, I have to keep my routines between now and then. Next week is a Grimm pause, thankfully, so I can get everything set up to just wake up at fuck o'clock in the morning on Wednesday and just go. And the mail order sale. Christ. I don't even know with that, it hasn't started horribly but it's also been busier than it has and. Bleh.
It's finally happening. It started out as a ... not quite a pipe dream? But definitely closer to wishful thinking. And now it's happening, everything's booked and we've got all our prep and my business cards are coming and... this is happening. It's a bit amazing.