OKAY!

Self, it's time to stop this weird isolationist bullshit, cos I don't know about you, but you're acting a bit weirder than normal for no reason at all.

So get over it!

( and in other news... )

At 6:34 PM I feel a bit less stupendously wretched -- I've still got the nasty sore throat and cough, but that's about it. I also managed to get some sleep, from 11-3 and from about 4:45 'til just now, so by tomorrow I'll be just about okay if I continue to take things easy. Mom dropped off some supplies in the form of the Great White Remedy: chicken soup, two 2-liters of Sprite, and I'll be investing in another bottle of Umcka Cold Care. I swear to god it's the best cough syrup ever.

It's 7:27 AM. I've been up since, well .. I haven't been to sleep yet (and I know I've kept Eric up with my incessant hacking phlegmy cough). I would give ANYTHING to be able to just get ONE HOUR of sleep. The only way I can even rest comfortably without coughing too much is by sitting up fully .. and I can't sleep like that.

Although, to be honest, drinking a glass of ice-cold cranberry juice to relieve sore throat? The BEST THING EVER CREATED.

Too bad it was the last of my cranberry juice.



In other news, I'm putting out applications to different jobs: Starbucks, Barnes and Noble, Whole Foods, Borders. perfectcherry, I put you down as a reference. After walking out of work on Saturday night (granted, 15 minutes before everyone else left but still I walked out) and realizing what level of utter shit the management team at work's sunk to, I'm done. I've been there 2.5 years now and it's gone steadily downhill, to where I wonder how some of the management even got hired. Wtf were they thinking?

I'm not the type to walk out of a job -- I have a good work ethic and I'm a hard worker. But when it gets to this point, it's time to gtfo and weigh other options.

Lastly, I .. apologize on behalf of my behavior recently. It's not been how it should be, and being up all night has given me ample time to reflect upon that. I'm not perfect, and I don't profess to be, but I can try and get a little closer to it. I'll make no excuses here; it is what it is.

My roommate has been out of town since New Year's Eve and I'm hoping he returns soon; while it's been nice to have the apartment to myself since he's been away, I've been a little (understandably) nervous since receiving a note on the door about an armed robbery that took place just two or three doors down from my own place! The perpetrator was described in the note and the complex will be beginning Crime Watch meetings, but that doesn't stop me from making sure I take out the trash or check the mail BEFORE dark; I keep the door locked and I have an attack cat, and I live on the second floor, but a girl can't be too careful. When I have some extra money I'm going to make a sound investment in some mace to carry on my keychain, since I no longer have my Stabbin' Key (the key to unlock the gate at Mimi).

For the past couple of days I've felt rather awful with a light version of whatever plague perfectcherry and her mother came down with; now it's spreading to others, but today I finally feel just about right. I'm also well into my fifth day of absolutely no caffiene, and I can't say that I've had any caffiene headaches or experienced some of the worst bouts of withdrawl; all I've been drinking is water, cranberry juice, and Sprite (the great white remedy!). Any sodas that I must drink must be clear, have no sugar, and ABSOLUTELY no caffiene... if I go six months without drinking dark or caffienated sodas, my prize is a can of Canadian coke -- made with real sugar -- that is sitting in the fridge.

I also seem to have gotten my pixel art mojo back... you can see my latest stuff at my dA page.

Halloween is coming! :D Except this weather is kicking my ass. In typical New Orleanian style, the weather this week decided to go from the mid 80s-90s straight down to averaging about mid 60s in the day. Yesterday, I felt like someone had run me over with a Mack truck. Today is a little bit better, except that -- invariably -- each time I get a little bit ill my gums inflame and my teeth bother me for the next few days afterwards. One day soon I'll be able to get past the busy signal at the LSU Dental School to make an appointment to get all of them taken care of.

Mom kicked out her "roommate," Lonnie. For those of you who hadn't been following the drama that that created, I'll start from the beginning. It feels good to write. He called me a few weeks ago asking for my dad's phone number. Sensing evilwrongdoing, I called my mom wondering if there was something wrong or whether something had happened. Nope. Turns out he was just drunk. In a long string of events that spurred from Mom kicking him out of the house, she found out he'd taken out $1300 in cash (out of his bank account) over two weeks' time to fund his cocaine habit. :D Note that this is money they could have used for myriad other purposes, and he'd been complaining about money the entire time.

Needless to say, he's gone. I'll miss his dog, but he can rot for all I care. Mom, who is just now getting to the point where she is doing well for herself, doesn't need aaaaaaaany of that nonsense around her home (which is supposed to be a haven, right?).

Also, I forgot how much fun warlocks are. In the spirit of the season, I decided to try and level one of my baby casters on WoW (I have two). I'd always found warlocks to be a bit boring; curse this, fear that, dot dot dot, loot, rinse, repeat. Today I got her almost two levels -- she's now level 26 -- questing around Redridge and got her the hat found in her icon. She is now geared out (and appropriate for Halloween!). I had no idea she had earrings until I equipped the hat.