Andee from the internet.

I installed the package tracker gadget on my google desktop, lol. According to it, Sigg bottle has been delivered (and so it has! so pretty!), one of Aeris' new outfits should show up today, and the rest of the stuff is either in transit or stuck at the "we've received payment" notice, though I'm not terribly concerned about those, as I ordered a bunch of stuff from the same ebay seller and I'm pretty sure she combined the packages. so... eh, we'll see. But yeah. I'm totally a tracking number nerd watch me go.

One of my ankles looks normal this morning! Well it did when I got up, it's puffy again now. But progress is good. I've discovered that the real secret to getting the swelling in my legs down is sweating a lot, which I found out accidentally the last two nights when I fell asleep with the bed toaster on. The problem is, I'm still banned from or not up for doing things that'll make me sweat a lot, grr. Thinking of taking C's advice today and seeing if I can get in to see Holly sometime tomorrow, as the next suture down has started to pull now, and if I can, asking her about maybe starting some light regular exercise again. *snort* I find it funny that at the beginning of the year I was pretty scared of the elliptical and now I can't wait to get back on the damn thing. *chuckle*

Spent the morning retwisting my dreads. It's funny I grumble privately about how slow they're growing and then I look at pictures of myself from January and think, okay, no, they've actually grown quite a bit. Problem is I don't deal with my hair nearly as often so I've lost the muscles in my arms that are used to being held above my head for long periods of time. OW.

Gods. There is still a veritable MOUNTAIN of work to be done at work. *cries* I'm trying really hard to not to stress about it and to have faith that I'm doing the best I can with it, but GAH. It's really hard not to push myself under these circumstances, it really really is.

Speaking of stress and pushing myself, had an appointment with Chiquitita last night, and spent the session really just kinda bitching about the whole surgery experience. A couple of interesting things came out in the session... interestingly enough, after the first couple of days back, I haven't really been hyper-vigilant about my body. Gods. I remember after the PE for months I was jumping at every twinge, muscle spasm, headache and cramp. Now? Not so much. You would think this whole thing would increase the "oh god oh god I'm gonna die" response... but no. Which is probably good in the stress department, I suppose, but it's kind of interesting that this time around I seemed to bounce back mentally a lot faster than last. Hell, I've been sleeping with the lights off again lately. That's a big step.

I'm obsessed with Zydrate Anatomy. Like seriously, I know all the words now. Damn catchy number.

8:01. *sigh* Gotta go get dressed now. Drat.

I made delicious dinner tonight - namely my favorite orange chicken recipe, which I realized as I was slathereing raw chicken breasts in mustard that I haven't made since we moved here. I have been admonished to make it more, as it is, if I do say so myself, quite with the delicious. Really I need to cook more in general - I forget that when I actually make an effort I can actually make things that are yummy. And you know, I can't let sydneycat spoil my ass with teh cookins _all_ the time.

Over said dinner me and the gals finished up season 2 of OZ. *sigh* Oh Harold Perrineau. Shaving off the dreads was such a travesty.

Speaking of dreads, other than the fact that I need to sit and spend some serious quality time rolling them, mine are growing out pretty well, and I like the shape they form around my face. The ones right in front have grown out to the point where I need to invest in some of those skinny bra strap headbands or dig up some barrettes so I don't feel like I have windshield wipers all the time. It's kinda cool really - for the first time ever in my life... well, I won't go as far as saying that I like my hair finally, but I'm at least in the ballpark.

Woke up with the oddest thought evar in my head.

"You should start small, handrolled dreadlocks."

Even odder was that I found myself seriously considering it.

Pros:

• Them posts I occasionally make about having to "tame the fro?" history.
• morlock won't whine about my hair getting in his ear/nose/mouth anymore.
• it would pretty much look like I had braids in anyway. Just on a more permanent bases.
• Soooooooooo much less bother OMG.
• You know I'd look wicked hot in them.

Cons:

• Not that this is too much of a concern, but my dad would kill me.
• Me? commit to a hairstyle? I'm not big on the idea of something I can only undo with a razor.
• I couldn't do the yarn thing anymore. Which I guess might be okay, maybe I am getting a little old for it. I have been doing it since high school, after all. But it _is_ my signature look, y'know? It does my little heart good to get multitudinous compliments on the hotness that is me when I do bother to dedicate the 8 or so hours of my life to doing it.

So... jury's kinda out. But I figured I would record the thought so it would stop bothering me.

Faaaaaaaat paycheck today. Course now I have to decide whether to use it to a) pay down Mr. Credit Card b) pay down Mr Credit Line at Bank of My Ass and finally close that stupid account, c) fix Bellnoire or d) splurge on some more frames, redeem my GC at Newbury comics on posters and continue with the decor of my house. Tough decision.

Oh forgot to mention - at the behest of sundart, I read Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys, and finished it a couple of days ago. Excellent book. No, seriously. So far this confirms that the only Neil Gaiman I really didn't like was American Gods, happily it seems to be a fluke. Though now I feel like rereading it just to make sure I don't like it, especially since Anansi Boys seems to be in the same spirit, though the story is a lot simpler. I also finished Mirror Mirror this week. Once again, Gregory MacGuire does not disappoint. You would think his formula of taking a well known story, putting another spin on it, and rewriting it from scratch would get old, but he does it with such imagination and well nailed turns of phrase that it doesn't. I'm a little leery of starting Lost, as I never really did like A Christmas Carol, but I suppose I'll get to it the next time I'm stomping about complaining of nothing to read.

Well, time to go tame the aforementioned fro and head off to work. Those words hold so much less anxiety now that the Dread Project Roberts has sailed away from Florin for the year.

...has it ever occured to anyone that that's a really doofy name for a pirate? No doofier than a princess named Buttercup, I suppose. Reminds me, really need to make that Vizzini icon.