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Today has been kind of a suckass day. I'm not really sure why, but it just has. The computer was all sorts of pissy and evil earlier, so before I went to the store with my mom, I shut it down. Maybe it just needed to be off for a while.
I decided to not to go to work today because I still kind of feel like ass. I wasn't coughing as much today, but I was really, really tired. Instead, I layed around on the couch all day until my mom came to get me around 4. We went over to the mall, hit Old Navy, Bath & Body Works, AC Moore, and the Mal*Mart. I got 3 shirts and a pair of pants at Old Navy. One of them has a squirrel on it, a chapstick and a Tutti Dolce lippie from Bath & Body, a candle, 5 skeins of yarn [3 for Laura's scarf, 2 for Steven's], a new set of needles, and two little foam kits for Elliott to make for Christmas and Hanukkah, respectively, and a lot of random crap at Mal*Mart.
Right after I got home, I called Laura and we ended up going out for a while and just driving, which lead to a highly amusing discussion about how if she got in a car accident, I would inevitably be the one killed. I would totally haunt her and it would be like An American Werewolf in London, where only she could see me. So, while people thought she was just out of her mind with grief, I'd actually be there, talking to her. It eventually lead to my corpse festering and leaving icky puddles of corpse juice everywhere and how she would totally have to tell her mom not to sit on me, if I was in the front seat, since no one else could see me except for the corpse juice. I think it further degenerated into how her cats could see me and would definitely sleep in my rotted out stomach cavity, until one of them got stuck in my ribcage or something. I think you had to actually be there, but it was damn funny at the time.
I got home to discover that turning off my computer had indeed not fixed it and I was getting a message telling me that one of my system folders was missing. This lead to a mad hunt for the recovery disk and lots of pissing and moaning. While I was doing this, I was also trying to cook dinner, which I really didn't feel like doing tonight. After like the third reboot, I finally got the computer running and backed up everything except my MP3s. So that makes me somewhat happier. Murphy's Law states that now that everything is backed up, the computer shall be fine.
We had baked scrod and rice for dinner. The breadcrumbs were too salty for some reason, so I wasn't happy with the scrod, but the rice was delicious and I shall be having more for lunch tomorrow. I <3 my rice cooker, even if Steven doesn't. Anyhow, I ended up with a raging headache from all the computer stupidity. This plays in later. Tonight's Law & Order:SVU sucked really bad. It's hard for me to say that, since I so dearly love the show, but they lost focus of the case and went on to do the whole should we or shouldn't we pull the plug deal.
So, for future reference, even though Steven knows this, if I am in a vegetative state and there is no hope for my poor, shriveled brain to recover, PULL THE PLUG. I don't want to remain on life support and a feeding tube. Can you imagine how many needles that would mean!? And after that, you know, feed my body to the wolves or something.
I love The Simpsons.
I learned a new cast on tonight and used it for Laura's Smooshy Pink Scarf O' Doom. I found the more delightful, touchable, warm, smooshy yarn to knit it out of. I seriously would make sheets out of this stuff, it's so smooshy. I need to cast on for Steven's scarf tomorrow. I think I'm going to use the same pattern, since you'll be able to see it a little more on his, as his isn't fuzzy bunny doom yarn. I have a good start on Laura's though. I have about two to two and a half inches knitted. I expect to do more, too, since it's a delightful yarn to work with. I may have to get a couple skeins for myself later and knit a hat, it's so damn delightful.
I should probably get some sleep soon. Tomorrow is my last day of home confinement, even though I haven't started stupid antibiotics, since the dumbass doctor perscribed me something I'm allergic to. She also insisted I have an ear infection (wouldn't I know??) even though my ear feels fine. Oh, and apparently my always huge tonsils mean infection too, even though I definitely would not have been giving head like I did Sunday night if I had such a sore throat. Because, seriously, if my throat hurts, the only thing I will be deep throating is popsicles.
I need to call my sister tomorrow. We're taking apart the futon this week-end if no one buys it and shoving it in the inlaws' basement. The table will temporarily go to my mom's if Laura's grandmother doesn't want it and I think the chairs will go to my inlaws' as well. So is the coffee table, if I/we clean it off. Then: Operation Set Up. We need to have our real table together since it's pretty close to Thanksgiving and I will not be eating Thanksgiving Dinner on the couch.
Speaking of, it's just us this year, so if anyone wants to join us, let me know, so I can plan accordingly. I need to cook down the squampkin and carve up our pumpkin soon so I can make pies next week. Mm, pie.
I'm an awesome girlfriend. Steven went to bed and forgot to do dishes and set up his coffee, so I did it. I even set out a mug and a travel mug for him. I rule.
I'm going to take a little more cough syrup and head to bed. I wish this headache would go away. I took a vicodin and it's still there. Same with the goddamn water I've been retaining like a sponge. I should also call my gyno and find out when I can go get my IUD installed. Kris, did it hurt when they sound your uterus? I'm a little freaked out about that.
I decided to not to go to work today because I still kind of feel like ass. I wasn't coughing as much today, but I was really, really tired. Instead, I layed around on the couch all day until my mom came to get me around 4. We went over to the mall, hit Old Navy, Bath & Body Works, AC Moore, and the Mal*Mart. I got 3 shirts and a pair of pants at Old Navy. One of them has a squirrel on it, a chapstick and a Tutti Dolce lippie from Bath & Body, a candle, 5 skeins of yarn [3 for Laura's scarf, 2 for Steven's], a new set of needles, and two little foam kits for Elliott to make for Christmas and Hanukkah, respectively, and a lot of random crap at Mal*Mart.
Right after I got home, I called Laura and we ended up going out for a while and just driving, which lead to a highly amusing discussion about how if she got in a car accident, I would inevitably be the one killed. I would totally haunt her and it would be like An American Werewolf in London, where only she could see me. So, while people thought she was just out of her mind with grief, I'd actually be there, talking to her. It eventually lead to my corpse festering and leaving icky puddles of corpse juice everywhere and how she would totally have to tell her mom not to sit on me, if I was in the front seat, since no one else could see me except for the corpse juice. I think it further degenerated into how her cats could see me and would definitely sleep in my rotted out stomach cavity, until one of them got stuck in my ribcage or something. I think you had to actually be there, but it was damn funny at the time.
I got home to discover that turning off my computer had indeed not fixed it and I was getting a message telling me that one of my system folders was missing. This lead to a mad hunt for the recovery disk and lots of pissing and moaning. While I was doing this, I was also trying to cook dinner, which I really didn't feel like doing tonight. After like the third reboot, I finally got the computer running and backed up everything except my MP3s. So that makes me somewhat happier. Murphy's Law states that now that everything is backed up, the computer shall be fine.
We had baked scrod and rice for dinner. The breadcrumbs were too salty for some reason, so I wasn't happy with the scrod, but the rice was delicious and I shall be having more for lunch tomorrow. I <3 my rice cooker, even if Steven doesn't. Anyhow, I ended up with a raging headache from all the computer stupidity. This plays in later. Tonight's Law & Order:SVU sucked really bad. It's hard for me to say that, since I so dearly love the show, but they lost focus of the case and went on to do the whole should we or shouldn't we pull the plug deal.
So, for future reference, even though Steven knows this, if I am in a vegetative state and there is no hope for my poor, shriveled brain to recover, PULL THE PLUG. I don't want to remain on life support and a feeding tube. Can you imagine how many needles that would mean!? And after that, you know, feed my body to the wolves or something.
I love The Simpsons.
I learned a new cast on tonight and used it for Laura's Smooshy Pink Scarf O' Doom. I found the more delightful, touchable, warm, smooshy yarn to knit it out of. I seriously would make sheets out of this stuff, it's so smooshy. I need to cast on for Steven's scarf tomorrow. I think I'm going to use the same pattern, since you'll be able to see it a little more on his, as his isn't fuzzy bunny doom yarn. I have a good start on Laura's though. I have about two to two and a half inches knitted. I expect to do more, too, since it's a delightful yarn to work with. I may have to get a couple skeins for myself later and knit a hat, it's so damn delightful.
I should probably get some sleep soon. Tomorrow is my last day of home confinement, even though I haven't started stupid antibiotics, since the dumbass doctor perscribed me something I'm allergic to. She also insisted I have an ear infection (wouldn't I know??) even though my ear feels fine. Oh, and apparently my always huge tonsils mean infection too, even though I definitely would not have been giving head like I did Sunday night if I had such a sore throat. Because, seriously, if my throat hurts, the only thing I will be deep throating is popsicles.
I need to call my sister tomorrow. We're taking apart the futon this week-end if no one buys it and shoving it in the inlaws' basement. The table will temporarily go to my mom's if Laura's grandmother doesn't want it and I think the chairs will go to my inlaws' as well. So is the coffee table, if I/we clean it off. Then: Operation Set Up. We need to have our real table together since it's pretty close to Thanksgiving and I will not be eating Thanksgiving Dinner on the couch.
Speaking of, it's just us this year, so if anyone wants to join us, let me know, so I can plan accordingly. I need to cook down the squampkin and carve up our pumpkin soon so I can make pies next week. Mm, pie.
I'm an awesome girlfriend. Steven went to bed and forgot to do dishes and set up his coffee, so I did it. I even set out a mug and a travel mug for him. I rule.
I'm going to take a little more cough syrup and head to bed. I wish this headache would go away. I took a vicodin and it's still there. Same with the goddamn water I've been retaining like a sponge. I should also call my gyno and find out when I can go get my IUD installed. Kris, did it hurt when they sound your uterus? I'm a little freaked out about that.