kjpepper | Problem/Perk about being home on "leave"

It is no longer completely outlandish to be totally awake and doing stuff at 4am on a "school night." Natural nightowl tendencies are having a bit of a field day here, lol. I don't know, there is something about having the house to oneself and nothing but crickets awake outside that just kinda makes me a bit more alert than at any other time.

Am slowly working through my first cup of coffee in weeks. Alas, it is not the ecstatic reunion I thought it was going to be, and I totally blame the creamer, which is an off brand from my usual coffeemate and tastes chemically off. Think I'm going to toss it and ask Sunny to put actual half and half on the dairy order this week. My tolerance for chem-nast of any stripe has plummeted these past few weeks, I tell you, which was unfortunate for the few days I was eating sugar free jello pudding cause of my glucose... I could totally taste the sucralose. In the other direction I have zero tolerance for HFCS anymore either, ugh. Somewhere in the middle is a happy medium of eating better, and you know, I'll take it.

I am feverishly counting the hours until I see Holly. Really done with sore, sensitive itchy tummy, ow ow ow, though I find it funny that I've transitioned fully from "eeek! if I touch it it's gonna pop open!" to "OMG, can't scratch, must not scratch aaagh aaagh aagh" regarding my scar. Healing flesh is soooo weird, lol. But yeah, itchy! Ow! Honestly I wouldn't mind hanging onto the staples for a little while, since I've gotten to kinda like the freaky bride of Frankenstein thing I've got going, but I swear, if the string bracers don't come out, especially the top one, I'm gonna have me a goddamn accident. Course the thing then is how the hell DO they come out, cause they clearly go all the way round in there and I don't really want to think about the process of tugging that shit out of my flesh... yeesh. Yes yes, I know that's what lidocaine is for but that involves giant needle and for some reason local anesthetics are the only needles that makes me go sproing at all ever. (part of my dentist phobia and all)

Oh well. That's in 12 hours. LOL, did you think I was kidding about the counting?

Gluggghr. The coffee's even worse lukewarm. Not drinking the rest of that. So sad... I was so looking forward to that yesterday. So tossing the rest of that creamer. Ew. Hopefully what I did have'll do me some good and I'll pee out some of the ankle swelling I'm still contending with, lol, yay diuretic.

in other news, I'm annoyed with my desk. I've been spending a lot of time here lately, and the soreness in my right arm is concerning me. I do not need to be the latest greatest member of the household trapped in wrist braces. I know most of the problem is that the desk is too tall for me (your elbows shouldn't dangle off the edge when typing), but at the same time it's nice and big and accommodating to all of my papery crap that I pile on here. So I either need a taller chair, one of those keyboard/mouse drawers, or something. Or just a shorter desk. Not that I can afford new furniture, or have the patience/wherewithall to move it up in here if I get it. Meantime, I'm resolving to pause for stretch breaks every so often. Honestly I need to stretch more in general. Thinking of once the strings are out I'll start doing the full warmup joanne used to do before belly dance class... circles are nice and gentle and low impact. Funny how right after belly surgery I start seriously considering taking up dancing again, lol. :) I do miss it.... something to think about for later.

all right. If I'm awake, I might as well get paid for it. Work time.