Man I'm a dweeb

Yeah, it's March. But I already know what I want to be for Halloween this year. Or rather, who.

This is good actually. I have seven months, and the costume requires some assembly (I've only got the hat and the shoes) and fabulous legs. This is entirely doable. Ot og ot ytrap a si deen i lla... *cackles with maniacal planning*

Whoa.

Um, wow. It looks like someone dumped powdered Liquid Paper all over everything out there. I didn't even know it was supposed to snow.

I must say, kinda glad almost everything that was on the ground already melted off last week. This fresh stuff is a lot prettier for it, not to mention a bit less treacherous.

Anyway wow. Plan for the day, more packing, a couple of phone calls, work, a dr's appointment and teaching myself to sing "Коробе́йники" for the hell of it. You?

A very short photostory

Meanwhile, during the packing...

( cut for dolls and large pictures )

[x-posted to ag_over_18]

OMGLOLHOHOHO

I might have to do this in December. I love this sort of "For no reason other than it's funny" shit.

There are Santacons all over the damn place if you want to do it next winter too. :)

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I just spent/wasting an hour browsing the various "missions" executed by ImprovEverywhere, as I was looking for info on the annual No Pants Subway Ride and got stuck watching the vids for High Five Escalator, Human Mirror, and Frozen Grand Central

I think I seriously heart these guys.

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Productivity wise, today was kind of a wash, considering I was cold and listless all day. Also riding a bit of an appetite spike which is irritating - I literally had to eat something every two hours apparently, and even then my tummy was cranky with me. Bah.

Managed to slog through the snow earlier to go to Dr. Tassoni's so I could be given the crash course on how to use the weird injection "pens" the new meds come in. I love how in trying to make the whole woogy process of giving yourself shots easier they actually made it wicked more complicated. I left feeling somewhat nostalgic for the Lovenox shots, and if you told me a year minus a month ago that I'd be saying that someday, I would have looked at you like WTF. Honestly, people, it's not that hard to stab yourself with a skinny needle and press a plunger. And since it's a fat injection, you don't even have to worry about air bubbles all that much.

The good news is unlike the Lovenox, this is a biweekly thing. The bad news is that when my actual meds DO show up, I have to start with giving myself four shots in succession. Then in two weeks, two shots. Then for the forseeable, one every fortnight. I mean, it's not THAT bad, but there's something about having to give yourself shots for a condition you have that's fairly woogy/depressing. I mean, once the needles come out, that's when you know you're Seriously Fucking Sick™, no matter how good you feel on a day to day basis. So I'm having a low level case of B'AWWWWW about that.

Packing is sort of limping along. I'll probably do some more tonight.

Today wasn't really all bad - at least while I was eating like a horse today I was eating fairly good stuff. Leftover rice and sauce from captainlove, apples, cheese omelette done to perfection for dinner. I must say, rediscovering edible things that drop off plants has kinda been fun. Been craving edemame ever since I had some at Butterfly the other day, note to self, must learn to actually make that, though I doubt it's anything more complex than soybean pods, a steamer and sea salt. I'm quite pleased with the pictures I took before starting to pack up Aeris for her trip across the country. (she's gonna hang with kittikattie and the AGGiB until I nail down where I'll be living for the next little while this summer.) And well, I'm both amused, happy and slightly embarrassed by how getting a couple of phone calls from someone I'm kinda missing a little bit* shot me from "bleh" to "Oh hey, clouds 1-8 are zipping by a little fast there..."

I think I need another apple. Goddamn it, stomach.

* galactically speaking, of course.