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kjpepperYesterday, for some reason was shitty. The first half of it anyway. I woke up dead depressed, went over to [Bad username or site: sundart' @ livejournal.com]s for breakfast, started to feel better until the last call of my phone shift where some guy decided to scream at me for about ten minutes, which always does wonders for my mood, self esteem and crushing need to go hide under a table. Plus it was hot and raining and I was very half heartedly playing puzzle pirates but not really getting into it and finally I went home, had a short nap, and then was very pissed off and sad that I had to go to the theater, stand for five hours, and then possibly have to walk home in the rain.
The weird part about it? Work actually cheered me up. Other than the standing nonstop and the smelling like my pores had been secretly been replaced with buttery flavored topping dispensers, some part of me actually likes being in concessions. Especially when they put me in the back stand. I've always loved the back stand. Course, it probably helps that it isn't my day job - I do like it, but I really couldn't do it more that two or three times a week without tipping a butter dispensor over someone's head.
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morlock had his vampire larp last night so he came and got me, though before he showed up I wandered out in the warm rain for a bit and ran across the tinest little toad hopping across the sidewalk. And I mean tiny - he was less than an inch long. Soooooo damn cute. I wanted to take him home. But I settled for taking a picture with my phone (which I'll post when it's charged enough to do bluetooth without dying). Thinking of starting a gallery of crappy cell phone pictures on my site, simply cause I have a bunch and they're funny. Course, we should expand our hosting package first... *sigh* Anyway, so I got to hang out with morlock and a die of gamers (yes, I made that up, but I like it... sounds better than a faffing of geeks anyway... and I didn't make that one up.) at the diner, eat something because I was ravenous, and listen to gamer talk until 2:30 in the morning, which meant I was both very sleepy and happy when I finally did get home. Not surprisingly, it also meant that I crashed and burned the second I got in the house. Popcorn jockeying is tiring work.
I have no real plans for today... I'm probably going to take some ibuprofen in a bit, as my back, shoulders and legs are screaming at me this morning. I also woke up weirdly nauseated - like I rolled out of bed and bolted into the bathroom at that stage of Holy-crap-I'm-totally-going-to-throw-up where you're salivating like a Pavlovian dog. But nothing happened. Is weird, something like this happened a few months ago for three mornings straight - I was halfway convinced it was morning sickness by the time it stopped, except I was on my period at the time. Much like right now. Hmm. Coincidence or cosmic significance? Anyway, my plans pretty much are stay home, get some actual rest, and clean the house a bit. It's something of a wreck right now. Though right this second, I'm seriously considering heading back to bed. I could definitely stand a little more sleep.
The weird part about it? Work actually cheered me up. Other than the standing nonstop and the smelling like my pores had been secretly been replaced with buttery flavored topping dispensers, some part of me actually likes being in concessions. Especially when they put me in the back stand. I've always loved the back stand. Course, it probably helps that it isn't my day job - I do like it, but I really couldn't do it more that two or three times a week without tipping a butter dispensor over someone's head.
What also helped was that
morlock had his vampire larp last night so he came and got me, though before he showed up I wandered out in the warm rain for a bit and ran across the tinest little toad hopping across the sidewalk. And I mean tiny - he was less than an inch long. Soooooo damn cute. I wanted to take him home. But I settled for taking a picture with my phone (which I'll post when it's charged enough to do bluetooth without dying). Thinking of starting a gallery of crappy cell phone pictures on my site, simply cause I have a bunch and they're funny. Course, we should expand our hosting package first... *sigh* Anyway, so I got to hang out with morlock and a die of gamers (yes, I made that up, but I like it... sounds better than a faffing of geeks anyway... and I didn't make that one up.) at the diner, eat something because I was ravenous, and listen to gamer talk until 2:30 in the morning, which meant I was both very sleepy and happy when I finally did get home. Not surprisingly, it also meant that I crashed and burned the second I got in the house. Popcorn jockeying is tiring work.I have no real plans for today... I'm probably going to take some ibuprofen in a bit, as my back, shoulders and legs are screaming at me this morning. I also woke up weirdly nauseated - like I rolled out of bed and bolted into the bathroom at that stage of Holy-crap-I'm-totally-going-to-throw-up where you're salivating like a Pavlovian dog. But nothing happened. Is weird, something like this happened a few months ago for three mornings straight - I was halfway convinced it was morning sickness by the time it stopped, except I was on my period at the time. Much like right now. Hmm. Coincidence or cosmic significance? Anyway, my plans pretty much are stay home, get some actual rest, and clean the house a bit. It's something of a wreck right now. Though right this second, I'm seriously considering heading back to bed. I could definitely stand a little more sleep.
