A lot more coherant...
Aug. 30th, 2005 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeWhat went down yesterday: The attic fans were making the ancient aluminum combination windows in my room rattle and hum and buzz like a flock of giant metallic insects all Sunday night, so between having to get up every five minutes to adjust the windows, and my allergies acting up like mad (Please don't start telling me I should be on X, Y, or Z allergy meds. For some wierd reason, our HMO is refusing to cover allergy meds.), I got maybe three hours of sleep. I nearly called in sick, but I needed the hours...
And when I got there, I wished that I *had* called in sick. For starters, eeeeverybody and their sister was shopping, stocking up in case Hurricane Katrina, or the remnants thereof hit us. Thus, the store was jammed. On top of that, some of the company bigwigs were there, moving stuff around and relocating stuff to different aisles/different shelves/different sides of the same aisle. For instance, the pudding cups are now where the cocoa/chocolate syrup were, and vise versa, down in the baking aisle. They had me putting away overstock in the midst of all this chaos, when I could barely stand up and walk, I was so damn tired.
So, last night, I took a caplet of Benedryl (which puts me to sleep faster than hitting myself in the head with a big mallet would) after I made that post to let you all know where I was, and went straight to bed. Didn't stir from 11.30 to almost 11.00 this morning, and I'm feeling much better.
And to add to the hellishness, Selina the Smith Slut is on the warpath again, bothering my soulbonding pals and trying to slander them. *THIS* is the kind of wackiness soulbonders don't need: fanbrats. There's a big difference between people like her, and people like me and my two friends, who share headspace with different entities. People like us realize that not everyone is going to be open-minded or even at least open-hearted about it, and we go on our way. I've been soulbonding, in various degrees, since I was nine: there were times (especially in my early teen years, when I went through a period of being so rational, it was scary, and I must have been as boring as hell to live with) when I got away from it, but it kinda got lonely in my headspace, so as of a couple years ago, I started letting characters into my headspace again... It wasn't until recently that I knew there was a name for this odd way of living. But hey, if I'm not hurting anyone with it, there's nothing wrong in it. I mean, other things are tolerated and have gained a marginal amount of acceptance, why not renting out rooms in your noggin to charactes who've had a profound impact on you?
To my brother in SB'ing: Neo, if you're reading this, don't let her get to you... and if you're on AIM tonight, give me a poke: Flood has a few interesting thoughts to share with you about the whole debacle.
What went down today: Not a whole lot: I had originally planned to go into Lowell, but it rained most of the day, and I just didn't feel like running between raindri. Little chance of going out tomorrow: The remnants of Katrina are supposed to be heading north-east, and it may be questionable if I can even get into work, or if they'll need me. So, I cleared out some clutter in my room and poked at a few writing projects...
And when I got there, I wished that I *had* called in sick. For starters, eeeeverybody and their sister was shopping, stocking up in case Hurricane Katrina, or the remnants thereof hit us. Thus, the store was jammed. On top of that, some of the company bigwigs were there, moving stuff around and relocating stuff to different aisles/different shelves/different sides of the same aisle. For instance, the pudding cups are now where the cocoa/chocolate syrup were, and vise versa, down in the baking aisle. They had me putting away overstock in the midst of all this chaos, when I could barely stand up and walk, I was so damn tired.
So, last night, I took a caplet of Benedryl (which puts me to sleep faster than hitting myself in the head with a big mallet would) after I made that post to let you all know where I was, and went straight to bed. Didn't stir from 11.30 to almost 11.00 this morning, and I'm feeling much better.
And to add to the hellishness, Selina the Smith Slut is on the warpath again, bothering my soulbonding pals and trying to slander them. *THIS* is the kind of wackiness soulbonders don't need: fanbrats. There's a big difference between people like her, and people like me and my two friends, who share headspace with different entities. People like us realize that not everyone is going to be open-minded or even at least open-hearted about it, and we go on our way. I've been soulbonding, in various degrees, since I was nine: there were times (especially in my early teen years, when I went through a period of being so rational, it was scary, and I must have been as boring as hell to live with) when I got away from it, but it kinda got lonely in my headspace, so as of a couple years ago, I started letting characters into my headspace again... It wasn't until recently that I knew there was a name for this odd way of living. But hey, if I'm not hurting anyone with it, there's nothing wrong in it. I mean, other things are tolerated and have gained a marginal amount of acceptance, why not renting out rooms in your noggin to charactes who've had a profound impact on you?
To my brother in SB'ing: Neo, if you're reading this, don't let her get to you... and if you're on AIM tonight, give me a poke: Flood has a few interesting thoughts to share with you about the whole debacle.
What went down today: Not a whole lot: I had originally planned to go into Lowell, but it rained most of the day, and I just didn't feel like running between raindri. Little chance of going out tomorrow: The remnants of Katrina are supposed to be heading north-east, and it may be questionable if I can even get into work, or if they'll need me. So, I cleared out some clutter in my room and poked at a few writing projects...
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Date: 2005-08-31 02:13 pm (UTC)~Weaver
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Date: 2005-09-01 01:00 am (UTC)I thought you might want a bottle or six. I've heard she can be a real jerk
Oh.. and say Hi to flood and CO. I HAVE been soul bonding, but it just doesn't register as that in my head. Go figure :-P .
Lastly: Still up to do a Deg Sep 'fun' chat? Crane is getting fidgety and if she hears Tapps screach a horrid rendition of 'I heard it through the Grape Vine' one more time, she is gonna go seriously postal.