The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

[Poll #1507673]

For your reference:
New Harmony. I have been before, but it was like 10 years ago, and you know how I am about socialism.

Piercing in Vincennes. This place comes recommended by Ainsley, who had her nose done and was pleased, so despite the site design, I trust her judgment.

Just a post to the effect that I'm still alive. I don't know that I have a whole lot to say right now, which, true to form, will not prevent me from spewing forth God-knows-what. Thus, I give you this crap.

1.) I think Lol-Mart is getting to me. I hope the darkest hour is going to be just before dawn, in the mildest sense of the word "hope", since it's a feeling with which I'm pretty much unacquainted.
2.) I was eligible for my first profit-sharing check this pay period, so received a paycheck of unusual size. In honor of this momentous event, I intend to make the car payment! Hurrah!
3.) Ainsley asked me to come to Holiday World (local amusement park over in Spencer County) with her and her boyfriend and some other folks. Unfortunately, I have to work that day, so it's not on. Camille and her fiancé are going instead, so at least the Pains will have somebody gr00vy to hang around with.
4.) In only tangentially related news, I drove Camille to her mechanic's the other day so she could pick up her car. In so doing, I discovered vast swathes of Chandler previously unknown to me.
5.) Books, I has them. ZOMG PERISH THE THOUGHT.
6.) Apparently I have a birthday in a couple of weeks. I am putting everyone on notice that I have no intentions of turning 29 and will, instead, be turning 24. Because it's my reality and I can warp it if I want. Solipsistic of me, yes, but we all have our little ways.
7.) Some other stuff is going on, and I don't want to say anything in case it gets jinxed, something I'm damn good at doing. augustuscaesar, who can read my thoughts, is requested not to tell the Int0rwebz my shameful sekrits.
8.) I am concerned about my cucumber plant, which was battered by the storm. I WANT SOME DELICIOUS CUCUMBERS, THX.
9.) Also, I'm probably going to be dilatory and uninvolved--more so than usual, I mean--until #7 is resolved one way or the other. I am sure everyone will manage.
10.) There is no #10.

My grandmother had cataract surgery on the 8th, and she seems to be recovering well; she's a little blurry in the eye where she had had the cataract, but the doctor said that was to be expected and it should abate once the swelling goes down. The lolmom is not in such good shape; she was congested and sniffly in Florida, and also managed to get conjunctivitis and had to go to one of those urgent-care places. Plus, people have been calling me about the Baccalaureate Mass, which Mom stage-manages every year, and I have no clue what to tell them.

I'm not in such great shape, either. I went out with Ainsley last week, to the Edgewater Grille, which was delicious, and she's been battling something off and on which has caused her to miss a lot of work. Subsequently, I got sick-sore throat, aches (much ameliorated by the simple expedient of "not sleeping on the damn couch every night"), slight runny nose. I am congested and my throat hurts like hell and everything tastes like phlegm. My number one priority is "not hacking up a lung". The Pains texted me to say she thinks she has the flu. I called in today, but if I miss any more work because of this, I shall kill her. The DayQuil is helping but not a whole lot; we used to have something with codeine in it, but Mom took it to Florida and finished it there.

(Incidentally, we have a fangirl. Wanda was all, "So Ainsley says sometimes you guys hang out together outside of work," and I said, yes, we do. Whereupon Wanda was all, "…can I come hang out with you?" Awww.)

Also, the garbage disposal is completely borked. We have some sort of magical under-the-sink leak going on, which I didn't find out about until a couple of nights ago, when I was just trying to clean up the kitchen, for God's sake. And then I got out the bread, and found that apparently our mouse woes are not over yet. I hope the little fucker asphyxiated on the plastic bread wrapper and died in agony. OH THE EXCITEMENTS, THEY NEVER STOP I TELL YOU.

Also also, I am trying not to become unduly paranoid about an abnormally dry patch of skin on my chest; I have dry skin, and it is probably angry with me because I keep pumicing it off and picking at it and unduly irritating it, so I'm trying to make myself leave it alone and see what happens. In all probability, it's just one of those rough patches you get for no apparent reason and then it goes away again as mysteriously as it came. I like that thought better than some of the alternatives. (See under "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing", apparently.)

(PS: I think I may also be getting conjunctivitis. Mom hasn't been home two hours and she told me she wasn't contagious. FOR FUCK'S SAKE.)

Valentine's Day was 4W5UM, which is saying a bit since I don't really go in for Valentine's Day. The lolmom and I went to the Tin Fish (nom nom nom), and then shopping; she'd promised me a Good Bsns Wardrobe for a while, which was an exercise in entertainment, given that I believe dress codes are for simps and if I'm not supposed to have green hair and cleavage, I expect Zeus will tell me. We did come away with some things that work, in terms of Srs Bsns Clothes, and I now own a p0w4h suit. (Notice how I have to use goofy 1337sp33k to make it sound like I'm ttly not selling out. God help me.) The best part of this is that it has a decorative belt on the skirt, which rather than being a traditional belt is a ring-and-toggle device. Like you might expect to find on bondage pants. That's right: it's a BONDAGE SUIT.

It gives me big joy in brainmeats to walk into a conservative potential!workplace in my bondage suit. Because I'll be giggling on the inside. Oh yes.

(ON YOUR KNEES, SLAVES, AND OFFER ME A JOB.)

I also own two new pairs of jeans. RESULT! We looked at shoes, but the shoes that are Workplace-Appropriate are not at all the shoes I want (the shoes I want usually have bright colors or sparkles or something).

Other unimportant updates: Ainsley (one of my workpals, who occasionally makes appearances as Painsley on my Twitter feed) had a very exciting love life, involving five boyfriends who didn't know about each other. She was set to make her choice on Valentine's Day, based on who gave her the best present (I suggested that she make them duel each other in a no-holds-barred tournament, or possibly hold a dance-off). We were all hanging on this with bated breath, due to the entertainment value; I'm impressed that the strain of pretending to be monogamous hasn't cracked her.

Went to the Acropolis with the lolmom and Connie tonight, after I let the latter cut my hair (my hair is now about two inches shorter and feels a bit weird because I'm not used to it yet), and consumed yet moar fish; also, hummus. (Nom nom nom.) I was disappointed in the sautéed green beans, though; the Acropolis is usually really good, but the beans were limp. Eur.

Mom and I tried (and failed) to make falafel last week, and now have to eat our experiment for the next week or so because it makes generous amounts. I think we're probably going to have cod and potato stew for dinner tomorrow, because I control the menu at our house and thus we eat a lot of fish and a lot of vegetarian meals. :D

I get paid tomorrow, and still don't have to go to work. WIN.