Jan. 8th, 2009

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  • 00:33 loves having brand new razor blades.
  • 11:04 is giving up on Tetris friends.
  • 13:05 has gotten the sweeping and vacuuming done and feels quite accomplished.
  • 17:44 's Crohn's looks to be in remission finally. W00t?
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Jan. 8th, 2009 01:47 pm
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There's something in the air, because it seems like everyone's having a crap day today. my flist, Facebook feed and IM lists are full of technical problems, firings, failed car inspections, people conflicts and general frustration all around. I think we can safely return January 8th to sender.

In case you didn't already hear about it I've acquired a tummy bug of some sort, quite likely caused by food poisoning. Up and down, in and out of the bathroom all night culminating in several spectacular displays of barfing between 7 and 8am. Vegetable stir fry + Honey nut cheerios is not a good combination the second time around folks. Feeling a bit better after some sleep and water - we'll see if I keep my meds down for a bit, and then maybe I'll brave a little toast. But for now, ugh. Going back to bed.
kjpepper: (Valentino)

One nice thing about being sick... Valentino curls up in bed with me and turns on his "I'm comforting; pet me" purr on. It helps.

kjpepper: (kind hearted woman)
These are my friends,
See how they glisten.
See this one shine,
How he smiles in the light,
My friends,
My faithful friends...

Speak to me, friend.
Whisper, I'll listen.
I know, I know
You've been locked out of sight
All these years!
Like me, my friend!
Well, I've come home
To find you waiting!
And we're together...
And we'll do wonders...
Won't we...?

You there, my friend,
Come, let me hold you.
Now, with a sigh,
You grow warm
In my hand...
My friend,
My clever friend...

No, I'm not going to stab anyone with the cache of razors under the floorboards. But this song seemed appropriate tonight, considering that there are now four Diamond Comics boxes of books stacked neatly against my footboard. [livejournal.com profile] grinninfoole had dropped the boxes off last night, and me, antsy for something to do tonight as I dare not risk dinner and my brain is going at 9000 mph, decided it was time to start the arduous process known as packing. And as always, the first to go (and the last to come out) are the books.

I started small and I'm glad I did, cause by the time I was done with that little bit I was starting to feel kinda icky again. I just got the ones off of [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat's collapsible shelf on my desk, with a few of the blue moon paperbacks off my nightstand and a few off of the bookcase next to my desk to pad out the fourth box. Some of this stuff I've been carrying around with me as long as I can remember. Some are more recent. My 1988 edition Ramona Dell paperbacks. The beat up first five volumes of the vampire chronicles (who was I talking to about those recently?) Two of the original run Baby-Sitters Club books. (The rest are at The House.) All of my Laurell K Hamilton. The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, which should be required holiday reading for anyone who even a little bit likes or buys into the Christmas story. Bunnicula + sequels. The tiny hardback copy of The Snow Maiden printed in both Russian and English that was a graduation present from my Russian teacher back at UNIS. Old friends, new friends, friends that mostly haven't been pulled from that shelf since they were placed there two years ago, and yet whose presence I find comforting nonetheless.

It's funny - I was kinda musing over it as I fought with getting the boxes refolded that I don't really have all that much in terms of stuff. What I do have that's actually worth something to me are the books (a lot of them), a crapton of movies, my computers (yeah, this may be the year I finally send Master Freak to the great RAID array in the sky...), my beat up JVC stereo that currently serving as the most kickass computer speakers ever because nothing else on it works (well okay, one tape deck and the radio, lol) and random little things, posters, toys and such. The rest of the stuff in my room... borrowed or headed off to Army Sals/Freecycle. Well, except for the bed, that was kind of a present and I'm hanging on to that. But yeah... seems like I travel lightly through life in general as well as when actually travelling. And you know? I kinda want to stop that. I'm so ready to find a fairly permanent place to roost and not have to move for a little while. I'm really kinda done with the whole move every two years thing.

So books... I'd say it was hard saying goodbye to them, but it actually sorta wasn't. Still, when I closed the boxes over them, I had a feeling I wouldn't be seeing them again for a while, which was... bittersweet I guess, because while I hate packing them away I have every hope that when I see them again, it'll be in a far better place.

So long, my friends, and I say that with genuine affection, not like McCain during the debates. Merry we meet again.
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  • 05:48 feels horrible. Tummy bug, crohns attack or food poisoning? I can't tel
  • 12:57 is better after sleeping in for a while. Ooog.
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