I put the I in Idiot last night...
Sep. 1st, 2006 07:23 am...I thought Mamichan's soiree was last night--heh, urned out it's *next* week. D'ohhhhhhhhh... At least I had a nice rum and coke and then some Vietnamese food across the street because I wanted spring rolls. I am sooooooooo embarrased, though.
Maybe it's just all the nervous tension about my surgical stuff that's been screwing up my poor long-suffering brain. I definitely feel a little more unnerved and depressed lately.
Last night I had a longish anxiety dream involving work and trying to clean a room in the house I lived in as a teenager and a kinda-but-not-sorta-boyfriend I had a couple of years ago. I've been sleeping oddly lately. I just miss my old dreams where I'd see wonderful things and wake up with a sense of quiet awe. It's just not there lately and I keep trying to get there anyway, knowing fool well these things can't be forced...
And everywhere I turn on the news pisses me right off. Bush. Iraq. Afghanistan. Oil. Hurricanes. New Orleans. Sept 11. Stupid celebrities. Even stupider celebrities. I keep playing "Assclown" by Ministry to wake me up in the morning, and it just goes so well with being irritated and frustrated. (Well, if that's not what Jello Biafra's for at 6 am,someone tell me please.)
Maybe I just need Emergency Chocolate. Lemme smash the case with a hammer...
Maybe it's just all the nervous tension about my surgical stuff that's been screwing up my poor long-suffering brain. I definitely feel a little more unnerved and depressed lately.
Last night I had a longish anxiety dream involving work and trying to clean a room in the house I lived in as a teenager and a kinda-but-not-sorta-boyfriend I had a couple of years ago. I've been sleeping oddly lately. I just miss my old dreams where I'd see wonderful things and wake up with a sense of quiet awe. It's just not there lately and I keep trying to get there anyway, knowing fool well these things can't be forced...
And everywhere I turn on the news pisses me right off. Bush. Iraq. Afghanistan. Oil. Hurricanes. New Orleans. Sept 11. Stupid celebrities. Even stupider celebrities. I keep playing "Assclown" by Ministry to wake me up in the morning, and it just goes so well with being irritated and frustrated. (Well, if that's not what Jello Biafra's for at 6 am,someone tell me please.)
Maybe I just need Emergency Chocolate. Lemme smash the case with a hammer...
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Date: 2006-09-01 01:01 pm (UTC)YUMMMMMM!!! I want some!!! I waaaaannttttt soooommmmeeee!!
*sorry! I'll speak in a big-girl voice I promise! We just don't have any around here! sniff!*
That sucks about all of your anxiety. Suckarooni! *hugs* and offers of sock monkeys! I thought of you yesterday when I told my friend that I was going to invest in sock monkeys. SOCK MONKEYS ALL AROUND!
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:22 pm (UTC)MmmmmmmmmONKKEY!!!
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Date: 2006-09-04 03:30 pm (UTC)I heard there was a sock monkey dress at the fair this year:
Sock Monkey Dress from MN State Fair:
http://craphound.com/images/sockmonkeydress.jpg
Front:
http://static.flickr.com/42/125382933_863357837d.jpg?v=0
Back:
http://static.flickr.com/56/125384084_0611752a7c.jpg?v=0
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Date: 2006-09-04 03:29 pm (UTC)You forgot defense contractor CEOs, who have had thier compensation increase to 200% of their pre 9/11 pay.
I do schedule snafu's all the time, and I don't have surgery to look forward to...
Chocolate does help (Blue Bunny Belgian Cafe syrupy chocolatey ice cream is waiting in the freezer)