Domestic Geek

Sorry I was so down and dramatic yesterday. I hate it when I get like that and I just feel like crawling in a hole and hiding. Fortunately, I feel a whole lot better today. The snow we're having right now stinks, but at least I don't feel as depressed as yesterday. I'm definitely not looking forward to driving to work in the morning, though.

I finally found that book, The Ultimate Gift, that I wrote about a few days ago. I went to two separate Barnes and Nobles the day before yesterday and although both stores said they had one, neither clerk could find it. I stopped in at The Tattered Cover on my way home yesterday and I couldn't find it, either. The clerk pointed me to the Christian section. Hmmm, I wonder if that's where it is at B&N, too. I read a couple of chapters there in the store and I started bawling. I don't know how much was me being overly emotional anyway or how touching the story was, but I decided to go ahead and purchase the book right then. I had intended to just read it there and purchase it later on Amazon, but I wanted to finish it and didn't want to keep bawling in public. So far, it is a really good story. It's a fairly short little book, so I'll probably finish it up this evening. I can't wait to see the movie now.

There were promotional posters all over for the 7th Harry Potter book. I realized that I only have a little over four months to knit my Hogwarts scarf to fulfill one of my 101 Things in 1001 Days goals (goal #15, to be exact). I've got the supplies, I just need to do it! It's knitted in the round and I'm not quite sure how that works. I'm assuming you mark your rows the same as if you're crocheting in the round. I'll have to ask my friend Cass about that and see if she has any tips. I also need to design that site. That placeholder template I put up sucks monkey balls. I don't know why I've been putting off web design so much lately. I used to spend every waking hour tinkering with my site code. I hope that passion and desire returns soon. I miss it but I'm easily distracted lately.

OK, since the Thursday Thirteen has new owners and is going to continue on with no interruption, I'd better go think of a topic for this week. Be back in a bit.

Well, as you probably guessed by the previous post, I'm awake early for a Saturday morning. I didn't go to bed until almost midnight, so this stinks. I awoke with heartburn and a horribly sore throat a little before 5 am. I just can't shake the sickness totally and it's really pissing me off. I am hoping that after a bit of web surfing, the ibuprofen will soothe the pain in my throat and I can sleep again.

It also snowed as expected last night and it's a bit windy right at the moment. Yuck. It's a little chilly back here in the craft room where my computer is and the power keeping flickering. *sigh* I need to head to WalMart, but I guess that will wait until tomorrow morning since I don't feel like driving in snow or clearing off the car. I'm certainly not fighting Saturday shoppers later in the day.

I'm kind of annoyed with my bank right now. Their customer service really blows. I'm not going to share what happened, but I'm fed up. I think I need to start shopping for a new bank.

I'm supposed to be to work at 7 am every Monday through Friday. I knew I was going to have to leave early this morning because of the freezing drizzle we had last night. Well....imagine my dismay when Marcus woke me up at 6:45 this morning. Yep, I was going to be late for work. I don't know if I forgot to set the alarm and or if I turned it off in my sleep (like I sometimes do). The good news is I slept soundly for the first time in weeks. The bad news is traffic is worse at that time of day than when I usually leave. That so sucked. Good thing we're a little slow at work and my boss wasn't really upset that I was late. It sucked to lose that hour of pay on top of the day I was out sick.

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.