Yesterday I was at the VA from 9 a.m. until 4 p.m. That's the longest waiting time I've ever experienced. It's scary. Thank goodness I'd taken some Aleve before I left the house or the pain would have been miserable. Had a surprisingly delicious, albeit pricey, lunch at the canteen: country cooking, with a sausage, pinto beans, mashed potatoes and peach cobbler.
Slept hard last night and late into the morning; I really needed it.
I'm prolly gonna drive up to see the folks tomorrow. I could use some good feeding and I'm looking forward to seeing the dogs. I really miss them.
Gotta do something about this apartment and also try to take care of the admissions crap for the community college. Busy day.
Fuck I'm gonna miss Mike, that deep sexy voice and that yummy mouth. I know I already said that.
3:39 PM
Damn, went for a run and must have not replaced my fluids well enough because my bladder's hurting again. Ate a can of Campbell's chicken and dumpling soup (those weren't no dumplings) and now I'm pouring sweat. Man. But I may as well get used to it because I'm gonna be sweating all day. The cats aren't going to know which end is up because I'm gonna be running all kinds of machines. Bought some cleaning supplies at Tarjez, including a pair of gloves. You know your mess is bad if even you won't touch it. But last night I dreamed my place was sparkling clean and I had people over. (Whoa, imagine that.)
I was reflecting as I was jogging, or walking, whatever the case may be, that I wasted a lot of time feeling bad about myself. Like, if I had a bad run, like today, if I got overheated or whatever, I felt like a complete failure, a "nonhacker," and I'd get all depressed. Gawd. Nowadays I'm like, "that's okay, it's good that I got some exercise." Life's too short to beat yourself up, to try to live up to some impossible standard.
Called Cheryl to let her know I'll be in town so we can visit. She's having some trouble with her partner because she, the partner, can't seem to keep a job. I hope they work things out; they've been together 16 years. She and I had a lively conversation. She's awesome. Talking to her, though, made me remember that there was a time when I was seventeen that I thought I might be pregnant. I fairly burst into song when my period came, boy howdee. My parents would have fucking kicked me out. Anyway, if I had been pregnant, the child would now be Mike's age. And he/she would have been half Hispanic too. Oi. :-T I think that's the last time I mess around with someone who's not of my own generation, but it was fun while it lasted.
Tomorrow before I drive up to the folks', or on the way, I've got a lot of running around to do. Ugh.
Put some music on and get to work, girl.
6:12 PM
Wheezing. Stirring up all this dust triggers my asthma. :-P
9:10 PM
Can't say the place looks "better," but I do see some progress.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:53 AM
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