Domestic Geek

Sorry about my lack of presence this last week. I have been sicker than a dog since Monday afternoon. Marcus has been fighting this crud that has been going around work for weeks. He actually resorted to going to the doctor on Tuesday. I've been trying to fight if off for a while, but it totally got the best of me. I didn't even go to work Wednesday at all. I've been only medicating myself at night with NyQuil because I think it's best to let your body take care of stuff if it can. Most of my life I've over-drugged myself. I'd take tylenol or something at the slightest hint of fever. Take cough syrup to stop coughs. Suck on cough drops relentlessly. All it does in the end is prolong being sick. Well, I've been good up until last night. Since this crud moved into my upper chest and sinuses yesterday, and since NyQuil took out their decongestant (thanks to meth makers), I couldn't stop coughing last night. It took me forever to finally get t o sleep.

Marcus used up my NyQuil last weekend and he got some Tylenol Cold instead. That stuff is worthless and it tastes like you're drinking Scope. Yuck.

I had a horrible dream a couple of nights ago. It was one of those weird dreams where you're not sure if you're awake or not. I was in bed, Marcus was next to me and some shadowy figure was looming over our bed, strangling me. I was trying to scream Marcus' name so he would help me and nothing would come out. Well, Marcus was in bed reading while I was having this nightmare. He was concerned over the sounds I was making, so thankfully he shook me awake. I was so freaking scared. I've never had a dream like that—it felt so real.

Sorry this is so rambly. I've got more to say, but not up to it right now.

I hadn't yet received my W2 from the pizza place at which used to work. Unfortunately, I worked two pay periods there last year. I specifically left a letter to the owner asking him to change my address with payroll (even though I give him this address right after we moved and my last paycheck still had our Byers address on it). Marcus got a phone call last Friday from someone there asking if he still had contact with me because they didn't have my phone number. We just assumed that my W2 had been returned and they wanted me to come get it, so I didn't bother calling anyone back. Since Marcus had to have a computer part dropped off at his old workplace (less than a mile from the pizza place) and I owe him a TON of favors for supporting me during this long underemployment period, I just drove up there today after work.

I AM SO GLAD I NO LONGER WORK WITH THOSE DYSFUNCTIONAL, MORONIC FOOLS! The owner actually did change my address, just nobody could be bothered to put the stupid form in the mail. There is STILL a shrine to the manager that killed himself in November 2005 (even though everybody there supposedly couldn't stand the guy). The manager that left right after I did to open his own restaurant is back because his 2nd wife left him and the business failed. I've never seen that place so trashed. Amazing.

I was so close to going back there to work when my unemployment ran out. I'm so glad I didn't.

Well, at least today is going better than yesterday.

We went to CompUsa to exchange the Animusic DVD. Wouldn't you know it...there were no more in stock. *sigh* Oh, well. At least they took it back. The good news is they had a manager's special on the iSight Accessory Kit. It has a magnetic stand (among other ones) that attaches the camera to the top of a cinema display. It normally retails for almost $30, but they were on sale for $2.97. Whee! Marcus and I each snagged one. Now my iSight is sitting happily atop my display, just like at the Apple Store. Now if only I had somebody to chat with.

They're having a Dumb Friend's League telethon on Fox31 today. I'm sad...that's where we got Skippy from. I really want another dog, but I'm going to be strong and not do it until we get out of this park. I am going to blog for them as my charity this year in the Blogathon. I was torn as to which charity to pick last year, but I went with Livestrong because I knew that Marcus would donate for that charity. I've thought about volunteering down there, but I don't think I could do it. Not being able to save every animal would kill me.

Man, yesterday stunk. It was just a series of frustrations.

I woke up to yet MORE SNOW yesterday morning. They said on the news it would snow again yesterday AFTERNOON and since dad and I were going to lunch yesterday, I figured that would be fine. Snow all you want after I get my father back safely to his abode. No such luck.

I have not gotten one single visit on my Thursday Thirteen post I made. WTF?

Marcus and I are still sick. He's way worse off than I am, though. The weekends are usually our time to try to tidy up and get chores done around the house. Not this weekend. Actually, I haven't done much house cleaning at all lately and it shows around here. I've been in such a depressed funk since Skippy's passing. I need to get my house organized.

Since I didn't feel like cleaning, I figured I'd find out what's making this site load so damn slowly and fix some of the CSS issues I'm having with my sidebar. I don't really want to make a new design while this one still has issues. I got nowhere with that. I'm going to have to recode my sidebar from scratch, I think. It annoyed the heck out of me.

Marcus is getting a pretty decent sized tax return this year, so while he was at CompUsa buying himself a new gaming mouse, he splurged and bought me a copy of that Animusic DVD that I was talking about last week. When I got home and opened it up, there was no DVD in the case. Grrrrr!

I missed recording Monk and Psych on Friday. I set the timer to get them last night and when I sat down to watch Psych, the front end was cut off. I set it again for today. We'll see how this works out.

I'm sure there was more, but I'll leave it at that. Except for lunch with Dad, I'd like "do over" for the whole rest of the day.

Bah, it snowed alot again yesterday. I am so sick of this stupid snow. I'm tired of ice and wet feet and chapped lips. I hate wearing a heavy coat and scraping my car windows. The only good thing I can say about all of this is I'm glad I don't work in Larkspur or live in Byers anymore.