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  • Last night I took an epsom salt bath. I did some research that said epsom salt baths work for arthritis pain - the magnesium can penetrate the pores and help with inflammation. SO I went and picked up some epsom salts from Rite Aid (plain, along with a lavender variation and some other salts I found for aches and pains - with eucalyptus and spearmint?) and ran some hot water and I spent about 45 mins reading TIME magazine in the tub with the jets on and off as needed, and I do feel better today. Could be coincidence, but I'll take it. My neck is still stiff, but the rest of me feels a lot more mobile. And less grate-y and grind-y.

  • Last week I went to pick up my new glasses - mine are four years old and I'm finally starting to get vision headaches from the slightly-expired prescription - but they were wrong. All weekend I felt like my depth-of-field was off in my left eye -- turns out the axis of the astigmatism was 3-4 degrees off. (ASTM for lenses is 2 degrees I guess? That's great, when my vision is so bad that I'm sensitive to the actual margin of error?) So the glasses went back in to be fixed.
    In slightly better vision news, in the last two years it turns out that one awesome line of contact lenses has been extended into my prescription range - yeah technology! - so it's now possible for me to get good-quality contacts (that will correct my vision over 80%) that I can wear all day without feeling like there is sand gauging out my eyes. They're even rated to sleep in. For up to a week. That's right, I can wear them to a con weekend and not have to worry. Thank fuck. Too bad I can't contacts at work, but it will still be convenient to have for the summer. So as soon as we figure out my script, I'll be buying a million of those.
    I realize I'm quite lucky that my eyes can be (mostly) corrected and my vision is (mostly) functional. It's just hard to feel lucky staring down this $500 bill when I still don't have a new pair of glasses.

  • Spent the weekend declaring war on my lawn. I accidentally killed half of it trying to smoke out garlic mustard (Weed & Feed works great on the parts of my lawn that are actually grass; turns out there are a lot of weeds that look like grass but ain't grass, and that's how I murdered half of my front yard) and so I spent Monday mowing, re-treating the yard one last time to just get this shit over with, and tossing Grass Seed For Dummies everywhere. I also threw giant handfuls of "wildflower seed mix" on parts of my yard to cover up the fact that I don't give two epic shits about gardening right now. I actually love gardening and flowers but that is a hobby to be adopted at some future date, preferably when I am not exhausted, grumpy, and still unpacking.

  • STILL NO NEWS ON THE JOB

  • Our birdfeeders are finally kicking off - it's like finch city on the one, and the tufted titmice really like the second one -- much to the everlasting joy of the neighborhood troll cat, who has already caught one of my chipmunks and has spent time staring up at the feeder like it's some epic cat buffet. GTFO. You're cute but if I can't pet you I don't want to feed you.

  • I am so broke. Like godsbefucked broke. Note I am saying broke - I am not poor; I've been poor; this is not poor - what I am is broke. Buying a house costs a lot. Taking care of the house costs a lot. JFC I want my savings cushion back. Looking at my net cash is giving me spasms.

  • I'm so not here mentally. I should have taken vacation this week.

seventhe: (Zeromus/Cid Kramer is my OTP)
Friday: Late-night drive to Columbus (seriously... I'm talking 1am)

Friday night: Up all night in a terrified curled-up ball in the corner of the couch because I am afraid of Drakon's vicious baby-eating wolf hybrids (read: dogs fall over on floor to be petted when you look at them)

Saturday morning: Leave house with thermos full of two pots of coffee, which is promptly stored between my legs for the drive to B-Town. Meet greatest Wendy's employee ever and discuss fandom, drama, fanfiction, and being forever students. Definitely drink two pots of coffee. Pee every ten minutes. Meticulously tag everything we discuss. There is a zombie on your lawn.

Saturday afternoon: Arrival in Cendriville. Cendri dances for us in dress and ladybug slippers. Take video. Attend wedding at which Harry Potter is a groomsman. Head off to reception and meet awesome old people for dinner. Wait expectantly for groom's family to provide liquor license.

Saturday evening: Sev is the goddamned Batman (of makeup). Pa Cendri offers to be DD. He is awesome and I am proud to be his m-preg spawn. Score excellent Greek food. Have tasty local brew. Follow the sound of techno to a club at which we dance like we are not as old as we are. Are supplied with delicious candy-tasting Long Islands, which we then transfer to Taco Bell cups and take home. Sleepy cuddle-times passing out in awesome waterbed. Next morning transfer to Squishy Bed, which eats me. There is still a zombie on your lawn.

Sunday morning: Ma Cendri feeds us deliciousness; it is awesome. Wander B-Town. Pet three cats (yay!). Purchase copious amounts of music. Eat more delicious food.

Sunday afternoon: Listen to world's greatest CD ever in the car while writing ~5,000 words of plot outline for the most epic FF8 fic possible. Eat burgers.

Sunday night: Finally arrive home and pass the fuck out.

My penis is a divining rod, and you are the water.

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