The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

Go ahead and ask me where the gravy is while I'm carrying the giant economy size of Feminine Hygiene Products under one arm. And while this sour look from having sore feet from standing for four and a half hours is still on my face. Ask. Go on and ask me where the gravy is, dumbfuck. I FUCKING DARE YOU.

Seriously, it is amazing what clearly visible Feminine Hygiene Products will protect you from. I would seriously contemplate always carrying them around, even when I'm not on the rag, but sometimes I just need a few small things.

Also, thanks to a glitch in my insurance company's system, my prescription coverage was denied and I had to pay full price for my meds this morning, much to my chagrin. I'm just glad I had the money. The pharmacy benefits people said to tell Lolgreens to run it again, and the tech at Lolgreens said I can get a refund once this is worked out, so thank God. Still, it is an extremely unpleasant surprise to have to spend $113 on meds that are usually around $18. (Nonetheless, what choice have I got? My next Depo appointment is tomorrow, and there is no interference with my contraception.)

In completely unrelated news, I am itchy and have taken to obsessively scratching my knees and elbows. This is likely dry skin (dry skin. In the middle of summer. HELLO SKIN WHAT IS YOUR MALFUNCTION), but still irritating, especially since normal people qualify for OPEC membership this time of year.

Other than that, not really cranky. Also, I am surrounded by more books than I deserve. :D

There was snow in the northern part of the state (apparently, since I don't tool around in northern Indiana), but nothing down here except some half-assed flurries in Sullivan, not even enough to cover the ground or anything. Nonetheless, I took my coat today, which I don't usually do this early in the winter.

I also finally caved and busted out the big guns: body lotion with shea butter. My skin is extremely dry, particularly the back of my left knee at which I have been clawing intermittently, and other people might be able to manage with less severe measures, but I can't. I actually envy these people who can manage with lighter lotions. (When I was a little kid, my skin thought it would be hilarious to develop seborrheic dermatitis and make everything that touched me hurt me, even my pajamas.) As I was telling duokinneas last year, or possibly in 2005, my descendants would be a race of skinless god-polymaths, if I were going to have any descendants.

If I hear that godawful song about the kid who wants to buy his mother a pair of shoes for Christmas so she'll look pretty when she dances with Jesus, or whatever that song is actually about, ONE MORE TIME, I cannot answer for what will happen next. It will probably involve me running amok and killing people.

Other fascinating things that have happened lately: I have purchased Christmas cards that you people can actually display without getting raised eyebrows (most of the ones I had before said things like "Joy to the fucking world!" on the front, or contained sly double entendres, or contained not-particularly-sly single entendres). These have adorable snowmen, because I like snowmen, and plus they were on special at the 'Mart.

Also, I am re-reading all the Balzac I have (I think I mentioned this project before) plus whatever the IU libraries have in English translation, and suddenly have the urge to start up a cracky RP set in early 19th-century Paris. (On the rare occasions when I want to play fandom, I always gravitate to the obscure fandoms or the fandoms where, as far as I know, I am the fandom. But then again I suppose it could be worse.) Never mind that probably nobody else on the Int0rwebz has read Balzac and would be interested in RPing in my cracktastic little world. I totally call Eugène de Rastignac, in case any of them have and are reading this.

Also also, I love (for "love" please understand "mildly dislike") the pervasive feeling that I am very unhappy outside the Church, coupled with the knowledge that I cannot go back (not right now, and possibly not ever for a wide variety of reasons). I also particularly enjoyed how this epiphany hit me while I was speeding towards Bedford. Why oh why does all the WTF come when I am in the car?

Agenda for tonight: get work out, read A Harlot High and Low, go to bed.

So X-chan called today. She lives in Arizona, and she's been having some scorpion issues lately. One of them was wandering around the house with its tail drooping; we can't be sure, but we think the SpastiCat got to it (she was always big on pulling the legs off bugs that got into the house during the winter). X-chan thought it would die shortly afterwards, but was mistaken. She informs me that she is now afraid to sit down on her couch because, and I quote, "the scorpions are masters of the dark art of necromancy".

The X-chan experience, by the way, works best if you imagine that she's saying even the most ridiculous and improbable shit with a sincere smile on her face.

In totally unrelated news, my skin hates me because my current facial cleanser contains kaolin clay, and my skin is not happy about this because it is very dry. I may wake up to a surprise in my pores tomorrow.

Also, something from queen_lily_rose arrived in the mail today, and I displayed no restraint whatsoever and promptly opened it. Yay music! I am delighted, because I will listen to anything at least once. Although I feel a bit guilty because I didn't get anything for Tris (even though I don't a.) think he expects anything from a total stranger or b.) know him at all, so it's not like I'd know what to get him).

I have missed the boat again on getting things in the mail. Them what's getting cards only should be taken care of in a timely manner. Them what's getting packages will be a daunting proposition, but I know where the PO is in both towns where I'm going on Monday, so. Hopefully everybody will have their presents in time for the nonspecific winter holiday of their choice. ♥

Seven days until the Epic Confrontation.

HOSHIT SUNBURN. Or maybe not sunburn so much as redness, but I expect it'll be a while before it clears up. Damn the Ohio River. Seriously, where my shirt was, there are clearly delineated patches of white vs. red. Damn.

Ah well. We must pay the price for fun, it seems.