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Major boring shit Whole lot of energy expended, not a lot went on this weekend. Little here, little there. I purchased a bed. Well, technically a boxsprings and mattress. What can I say, I cave easily under pressure, regardless of my own feelings. Especially when the pressure comes from people I ... care about. It set me back about '$1000.00'. But I didn't buy a cheap set, Drew and Steelsong both advised against it. I am buying it on time like Steelsong suggested to me to help build my credit. Its a plush cover top mattress as if that means anything to me. Actually it isn't super firm. I kind of felt stupid bouncing around on the different mattresses, lying down, rolling over, I'm sure I was comical. But the thing that goes on top of the mattress makes it a bit softer without getting too ... cushy...Flynn liked soft mattresses and I always woke up sore the next day, which is why I have slept on a futon. That and it would have been easier to take off if I ever wanted to. It looks like I'm slowly but surely settling in here. The more stuff I buy (Drew always corrects me and tells me I'm investing in my life and happiness...perpetual chirp he is.) the more it will be hard to take off for parts unknown should the flight instinct kick in. Maybe that isn't a bad thing. I don't know. At any rate, money is going to be super tight until I get the mattress paid off. Worked out my budget and I can have the thing paid off by September. There goes my trip to see Renee... Now I just need to go to Wally World or some place and get sheets. Maybe I can talk bear into going tonight. *~*~*~*~* We went car shopping for Drew. He is looking at all kinds of luxury cars. His truck seems to be running fine now and I was confused why he was looking for another vehicle. [laughs] He said he wanted to get rid of the truck because he doesn't need one now that he has access to a truck if he needs one. I guess meaning mine. But it appears that he isn't in any hurry to get one, he keeps shopping around, going to different places. Sometimes I think it is more to get us out of the apartment on the weekends than it is to be seriously shopping for one. Maybe what I will do is make dinner for us this weekend, and grab some movies, try to keep us indoors next weekend. I don't like sharing him with anyone, even if it is just salespeople. *~*~*~*~* I was trying to do something with my pitas journal page last night when the formatting went to hell on me. I had no idea what happened or why but the layout got all fucked up. It took bear about half an hour to straighten it out. I finally got it back to the way I like. I'm paranoid about doing anything on my sites now, even though that is stupid since I make my changes in dreamweaver and upload. So I am content with the way it looks for the moment. toxic~~~~
A Typical (?) Friday I went on a ranting rampage this morning. I must be feeling better. But sometimes it aggravates me so much. I guess I should just get off some of these lists if they are going to tie me up in knots. I exaggerate, it wasn't that bad, but still, it tends to aggravate me. One of the lists is set up as a safety valve to vent about some of the deplorably bad fanfiction out there. But it seems that no one can complain about something like misspelling without all of the authors (on the list) coming out of the woodwork to defend that they sometimes have misspellings, 'but they didn't mean it and the beta missed it too,' yak yak yak. Jesus, no one is complaining about them. One misspelled word in a 1000 word fic is pretty damn good if you ask me. But I bitch about 21 in a 600 word fic. Thats ridiculuous. Especially when the author doesn't see anything wrong with it. Ah...I'm all vented out now, so I'll just drop it. Consequently, it made me late for work. [laughs] But I can use the shoulder/neck as an excuse. At least for today anyway. morning rush hour, That was also one of the reasons I was late. Getting out of the house 5 minutes earlier and I wouldn't have hit 'gosling' rush hour traffic. It turned a 25 minute commute into a 40 minute commute. Luckily there were no assholes on the road at the time; everyone was patient and Mrs. Goose and family made it safely to the other side. The Divine has a way of presenting lessons if you are paying attention. Another lesson learned, thank you, Mother Nature. Slow down, you move too fast. Of course I have it easy with my commute. I know of some people who commute over an hour one way to work. I couldn't even begin to imagine that. tiny chipmunk friend Work is gearing up for another asbestos removal project. The engineer I worked with before has put in a request for me to work on the project with him. That makes me feel pretty good. Asbestos isn't my thing, but I must have done something right. I'm to report to him on Wednesday next week to help start the project rolling. This time I get to be in on the beginning instead of picking up half way through. A group here is trying to put together a Bocce league. I’m thinking about joining, it will all depend on when the games are played and how much of a time commitment they need. toxic~~~~
God, do I feel better today! Man, I was a hurting boy yesterday. Okay. I'm convinced. Drugs do help sometimes. The flexeril kept me "loose" enough that whatever happened, unhappened or something. All I know is that right now, I have almost full mobility of motion in my neck AND the pain as almost completely gone. I still get twinges if my head turns or moves into an awkward position, but if I just stay relaxed and move slow, I should be right as rain by the weekend. Except for the lingering drug effects. I took flexeril last night and it made me groggy. I think I went to bed about 11:30 and woke up this morning about 6:30. I'm still...fighting the sleepies. But I'm at work now. I went straight to medical when I got in, so they could look at me and I was put on light duty until Monday. No heavy lifting, no working with my arms over my head, no jobs that put strain on my neck, shoulders or back. Which means, I get to sit behind a desk all day doing paperwork. Not so bad really since there isn't a lot of paperwork to do. But I still find myself nodding every once in a while. Its hard for me to keep my eyes open. I'm almost done with bears birthday fic. Being at home with nothing to do except be drowsy enabled me to work a bit on it here and there. That is, when I wasn't sleeping. [laughs] Should be done in time for her next birthday. Now all I need to do is figure out if and where I'm going to post it. Maybe i'll just put it on my page and announce it to everyone. Ash posted a snippet of a fic on her blog one time, and I thought that was cool. So in true copy cat form, I'm putting one on MY blog. It still needs some work. Once I finish, I will be put it through its final paces with a beta reader. (beginning of teaser) “Don’t fucking toy with me, JC.” His hand is squeezing tightly around my neck. He is so close I can smell his aftershave. This is sooo not going the way I had envisioned. Everything I had planned in my head has taken a sudden turn into Wrongsville. I just wanted to test the waters, to see what his preferences were, to see if the rumors were true. Now I find myself trapped against the wall, his body pushed hard and close against mine. Not that I mind the proximity, but the reasons are all wrong. “I’m not, Blade.” I wish I could say it with more conviction, but he -is- closing off my air supply. “You’re drunk. Do you even know what you are asking?” I nod. Of course I do, I didn’t make this decision overnight. Okay. Maybe I did. And the alcohol hasn’t hurt in building up my courage. It doesn’t mean I don’t mean it though. I wish I could say that, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to stay conscious. “Blade...I...can’t...” I manage to rasp out all the while I claw desperately at his hand. Gruffly, he drops me and I collapse into a heap on the floor. (end of teaser) Here's to hoping that I can shake the effects of the flexeril soon. I despise a thick, foggy brain. toxic~~~~
Huh?
Which just goes to show you, you shouldn't be on drugs and take online tests. toxic~~~~
Spell check is your friend Gah Gah and feh. Man I feel like shit today. And that is an improvement over yesterday. Woke up Tuesday morning with the worst crick in my neck. I get them from time to time, sleeping wrong I guess, but this one was by and far the worst I've ever had. It hurt to sit, I couldn't stand for very long, laying down wasn't happening easily. The pain radiated from my jaw into my hip and was constant. My head wouldn't turn at all to the left and even holding my head upright would send pain across my neck into both shoulders. The pain even made my knees buckle at one point. And I have a fairly high threshold for pain. It takes a lot to bring me to my knees. So I go to the doctor here at work and they gave some muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories and sent me home at lunch. I took my meds like a good boy and was out until the evening. I vaguely remember getting online to chat for a moment, I just can't remember all what was said since I had taken more muscle relaxants. I bailed pretty early even though I wanted to chat more. I was so out yesterday, that I don't remember Drew coming in. I woke up groggy this morning with him in my bed. I vaguely remember eating yesterday, but I just don't have much of an appetite. [laughs] I vaguely remember anything yesterday. I really dislike taking medication of any sort. Especially those that make me feel this way. Groggy, thick head, boneless tired, disoriented... Okay, even hazy I can tell I'm starting to get jumbled. I'm still at home and plan on heading back to the sofa to zone with an anime that doesn't make me think too hard. Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 sounds good. I think I have an errand to do, but I can't remember right now what it is. Of course, as drugged up as I am right now, not sure this posting is a good idea. I probably won't remember doing it later. toxic~~~~
Back again Drew and I spent a good weekend together at his mothers. I was able to keep my mind focused on the present, not a lot of time to brood and sulk. I think that Drew may have said something to his mother about Saturday, because she kept my ass busy during the weekend. Almost all day Saturday, we did yard work, mostly to clear out a spot for Drew's gift to her. I don't know what they are called, but its one of those big clay furnace things that sit on a patio. We cleared out a spot in the yard, laid down some yard tile things so it has a solid base under it. And we ate. And ate. And ate. It was supposed to be her day and all she did was cook. She and her sister. They are as bad as southern women when it comes to feeding the men. They like their men fat I guess. Which is what is going to happen to me if I keep eating down there. Its a good thing we only go occasionally, if I lived near her, god. I'd be as big as a house. Sunday Drew and his mother kicked his Dad’s and my collective asses in a round of spades. [laughs] I think that I won't ever let those two partner again. I got home late Sunday evening. Popped online to check emails and stuff. bear is back on a couple of lists. I'm glad to see that.
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