Damn Hives

I should go to bed soon. I've been really tired all day and I haven't exactly been feeling well. I needed to sit down a couple times at the gym because I was dizzy and generally feeling gross. But... I do feel better after hitting the gym. We did the weights circuit, including my 90 stomach crunches, and then I spun for 20 minutes while Steven sauna'ed.

Fuck, I have hives again and my damn cortizone is in the car, which is off with Steven. Figures that the first time he's gone back to his parents' place in a week is the one time I needed something out of the car.

Score, found some. I also took some Benedryl, which I am hoping helps. This is the second time I've broken out in hives since Saturday. I wish I knew what was causing it.

Anyhow... We filled up the bed a little more today and it, so far, has made a ton of difference. We napped on it for a while today and I woke up without a backache! I guess we grusomely underfilled it when we moved it over the summer. It's actually calling to me, right now, but I'm too damn itchy.

If this keeps happening, I am not going to ever eat anything from Trader Joe's again. Regardless, no more smoked fish for me anytime soon.

We had salmon and green beans for dinner. We've started expanding a bit beyond red meat, including me cooking chicken (!) once and a while. It's been an interesting expansion. We finally had enough hot water to finish doing dishes tonight.

Our new (semi-unpacked) dishes

I think I'm going to go try and get some sleep, hives and all. After all, I want to get up at a reasonable time tomorrow so I can get a few job applications out there.

Bad Mood

I don't feel like going to work today and it's already got me in a bad mood. I should be happy because I didn't work last week-end, I don't have to work this week-end, and I won't work next week-end, but this also means that my paycheque will be under $100. I either get too many hours or too few hours at that stupid place.

Steven called when I was in the shower and, not only did I miss his call, but he wants me to pick him up at 2:15, not 2, like usual. This kind of throws a monkey wrench in what I was going to do, because now I have to kill more time at home, instead of being able to head out right after my shower. Not enough time to do anything good, mind you, just enough time to be annoying. I left a really annoyed message on the voicemail, which I probably should not have, but it just fucks up my already irritating day.

I wish I didn't need the money so badly, or I would have called in today. I hate that fucking place so much. I want to get out of the mall, period, but right now I'd take another mall job that was a little more livable.

Oh, good. Enough time killed. I'm going to go pick up apps and pray that one of them will call me.