Paul was back from his flying visit to Seattle, and promptly invited himself over for dinner. This gave me a chance to break out the lean ground beef from Farmtown, and that is officially that, folks; I am NEVER buying lean ground beef from Superstore again, it’s chock full of gristle and tastes like drek. I made spaghetti and asparagus.
Garbage day today. Maybe I’ll do something novel and empty the trash in my room. I haven’t for about 6 months – I scarcely ever use it. Which sort of accounts for how my room looks right now. No pictures available. My camera is broken. My mandolin is still broken. Candidly, I’m broken too, but nobody cares and you have to keep moving or the clowns will get you.
Jeff and Keith nearly killed me when I mentioned I’d seen a clip from last night’s NCIS. Keith in particular got pretty scary. Of course, the more they freak out about spoilers, the more they encourage me to do it… Which caused them to freak out even more about my perceived character flaws. No, I just can’t ask them, “Can’t you take a joke?” because, uh, they can’t. It’s a good thing I can take death threats with such good humour. I take that back. Keith was just threatening to punch me repeatedly in the face. Which likely wouldn’t have killed me, but very likely would have gotten blood on the new IKEA chesterfield, and resulted in a hospital trip. Such a nice boy.
Yesterday I saw the BIGGEST EFFING RAINBOW since I came back from the tropics. It was horizon to horizon, double, and BRILLIANT. I had already been put into that goofy, happy mood I get in when I see pretty things from the bus, due to the underlit clouds being so very Hollywoodesque, and then got off the bus and involuntarily let out a, “Whoa ho HO!” when I saw it.
I wore my seabluegreen tighdigh tights yesterday. The sex toy pink ones I will save for a Friday.
Scotiabank Visa barfed on my card yesterday. I tried paying for something and it went hunh? So I’ll just cancel the card. I only need one anyway, and ‘need’ isn’t exactly the right word. Hard to go internet shopping without one.
Miss Margot curled up next to Gizmo on the loveseat last night. She keeps trying to sniff him. (She keeps rimming Eddie while he’s eating – I really should get video of that some time, the sound effects are most droll). Gizmo is mostly sleeping these days. He got very sucky with Paul last night and Paul, who is aware of his condition, was only too happy to oblige.
Paul brought a killer quinoa tabbouleh over to add to the meal.
Katie wanted to know about my childbirth experiences yesterday. I told her I was in labour with her for 6 hours. Six really hard intense and painful hours, although the afterpains were worse with her than the labour, strangely enough. She wanted to know because the girls were talking about babies. Yes, I know they are women, but still, so young.
Eddie needs his nails clipped again. So does Margot. They are currently having a standoff in the door of my bedroom. Eddie is making his protesting noise.
I am to the point where I’m pretending I don’t have a to do list. My February blahs came late this year, no doubt thanks to the Olympox. Which turned out so much better than expected; I certainly watched more of it live than I expected to.
I’d sleep for a week if I could find a comfy enough bed. I’d like to turn off the world and just sleep and sleep and sleep, and instead, in twenty minutes I’ll be showered and brushed and brushed and changed – clean underwear! clean clothes! – and standing at a bus stop.
Yup, I’m blue. The best part is knowing that lots of people care about me and will help. The worst part is knowing that none of the help will help, and that worse yet is coming, and no one knows what the worse will look like. All I have to do is live through it, and eventually, I won’t even have to worry about living through it, nature having taken its course.
There. Seven hundred and fifty words, all more or less off the top of my head. There may be typos, there may be TMI, but by god, I can cross that off my imaginary list.