The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

Also, while I'm griping about things, it would really be nice if blowing my nose didn't cause me to feel like I'm blowing my eardrums inside out at the same time. (I'm not, but it feels like that, and I wish the pressure in my ears would get itself sorted out.) The temptation to go out and chug a two-liter of Diet Coke in the hopes of fixing this with window-rattling belches is really overwhelming, if simultaneously uncouth. I hate residual symptoms from sick I had a week ago.

Oliver says Hi from under the phone table.

I joined the rest of the century and bought a Kindle, mainly because a lot of classic works are cheaper to own on Kindle (or outright free) and I can't go through life firing up Project Gutenberg every time I want to read something. I've got Letters to a Young Poet all cued up. I also have a stack of hard copies sitting around. (I was going through my Giant Big McLargeHuge List Of Ways To Blow Through My Disposable Income and realized I've already acquired several of the books thereon, in a very unintentional way. I am ridiculous. However, I did finally get my hands on 1493 and George, Nicholas, and Wilhelm thanks to my father's Christmas gift, thus proving that my father is occasionally good for something.)

I am a little steamed with the cleaning people at work. I do not like having my desk toys knocked over, though I can live with that. (Though, you know, if you're going to pretend to dust, you might actually remove dust from the desk.) I really do not like having my toys broken, and was mightily annoyed when I came in on Monday to find the samurai that dethorats gave me broken. Not badly broken - the kuwagata on his helmet had been knocked off, and thanks to the slings and arrows of the USPS, that was inevitable - but "where is the glue gun?" broken. The only reason I'm not complaining is that the kuwagata was already loose.

(TL;DR - DO NOT BREAK MY SAMURAI. I WILL KILL YOU WITH FIRE.)

Tomorrow, I dine wherever is reasonably priced in Bloomington. (I'm thinking Finch's, though I'm torn because I think their only low-carb options are salads and when it's this cold outside, I don't want salad.)

The monitor is behaving now (obv), but although I have things I want to write up and share, I'm afraid to do so lest the Green, Blurry Plague comes back. I may make a manful stab at it anyway.

I am EXHAUSTED. Also I DID NOT ASK FOR either a UTERUS or any SINUSES and DO NOT PARTICULARLY WANT EITHER ONE RIGHT NOW. I do not understand WHERE ALL THIS SNOT IS COMING FROM since I have been popping DAYQUIL all day. Is there some sort of PROCEDURE via which my sinuses might be CAUTERIZED or otherwise TAMPERED WITH so that they can NEVER PRODUCE MUCUS AGAIN? Seriously, it is not like POLLEN is going to DO ANYTHING to me.

This SUCKS ASS. I am GOING to BED before I have a GIANT SCREAMING MELTDOWN. Moreover, I APOLOGIZE for any REGRETTABLE but UNAVOIDABLE ANTI-SOCIAL BEHAVIOR on my part.

So I went to Bloomington yesterday. Actually, for a change, the point of yesterday wasn't to go to Bloomington, but since Bloomington was on the way back from the classified location I visited for an undisclosed purpose, I visited anyway. Seriously, you don't think I'm going to not go home every chance I get.

(augustuscaesar is not to spew my sekrits to the Int0rbuttz at large, or I will say stupid things that make her laugh until she dies hoard all the carob ever and leverage it to drive the price to ridiculous levels.)

Fortunately for me and my wallet, the used-scholarly-literature bookstore was closed, but Tracks, in its never-ending bid to separate me from my money, was not, so I paid them a visit. More specifically, I paid their punk section a visit, where I proceeded to obtain Give 'Em Enough Rope (to replace the CD that I broke last year when I was in Bloomington and dropped my player) and Sandinista! (to replace the CDs that disappeared into the bowels of somewhere and which I haven't seen in at least 2-3 years. In this manner, I have now ensured that the original Sandinista! will turn up somewhere).

Also, I fell off the wagon, as I've done a few times this year, and visited the Village Deli, which is nomular. I visited the Village Deli specifically for the purpose of obtaining their Wednesday special, a barbeque beef sandwich which I remembered fondly. It turned out to be okay, but not quite as good as I remembered, and I promptly regretted it, which is really the story of all my fallings off the wagon. It makes me wonder if it would even be worth it for good, fresh steak tartare.

I look smaller and older and more tired without a fuckton of makeup and my hair in some kind of order. (Actually, I should probably get Connie to thin out the bangs a bit as otherwise they can look a bit helmet-ish.) It's really kind of weird; I never noticed it before.

I think I have conjunctivitis again, somehow. This blows. It also means I need to chunk and replace an assload of eye makeup, which also blows.

The heat index in Evansville and environs was 98 yesterday. It is projected to be 100 today. As the lolmom will not turn on the A/C, she suggested that I spend the bulk of the day elsewhere if possible. Needless to say, a lot of cold food is being consumed at our house. Also, the cat is DYING of HEATSTROKE and keeps dragging her carcass to various locations, there to flop (in an OMG DYING manner) as if dead in the hopes that I will turn the sun off.

So, here's the score.

+ I do indeed have an ear infection. Medically, I'm clear to go back to work, which both makes me feel better (because it's not like I OMG HAVE TO stay home) and makes me unhappy (because, um, I hate my job and all).

+ Amoxicillin is my special friend.

+ End result: most of my paycheck, which I picked up today, got blown on frivolous luxuries such as my car payment, gas, and medical care. If I can't find another job soon, I don't know what I'm going to do; it'll probably involve willing myself to die.

+ We had a storm last night, which uprooted our tomato plant. This makes me want to cry, but I don't have any energy left.

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New stuff:
It was actually vnmpire's birthday on Mon., and I might have thoughtfully remembered the occasion if I hadn't been falling asleep at the computer. Ha, I'm such a great LJ friend. Or, y'know, not.

I just finished In Pharaoh's Army by Tobias Wolff, which is good, but which also made me a bit sad because our copy of the book had belonged to my father. (I haven't been able to locate his copy of This Boy's Life, and think he may have taken it with him, but I don't know. It's possible that it got moved to a different shelf and I just haven't caught up with it yet.) Wolff's work was, at one time, very significant to us and still carries those associations for me.

It's pushing the '80s and '90s here in the rolling hills of scenic southern Indiana. Soon, I can has A/C if I can manage to stick it out another 23 days until my birthday.

Have discovered that we still have the ice cream maker! HURRAH. (The lolmom made noises about putting it up in the last garage sale she had.) There will be many ice creams this summer. I shall perfect the frosty art of making them. Besides, it's as good a way as any to use up some of the remaining strawberries.