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the day before
I am packed, mostly. I have Child packed, mostly. My coat is drying, becaus I haven't actually used it since Vancouver two years ago. Chid's new coat is dry and in the garage so he can't destroy it before we leave.
I'm *packed*, except for electronic equipment that doesn't get packed until morning, because really, I can't be that organized or I'll forget to wear shoes. Yes. I have done that. Or wore two different shoes. It's--odd.
Also, tornado warning in central Texas? Okay, not fair. We had all weekend to have violent storms. Not on the freaking night before I leave.
And to round out my weird complaints, a few nights ago I was going over my flight info and Tara asked me when my flight left on Thursday, so I went to check and Jesus and God, I booked a sixy forty-five am flight. I have no idea how I even managed that.
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samdonne, Thoughtcrimes - I'm not sure what to do with this. I don't know the show other than by the synopsis samdonne provided. It was *good*, intense and richly charactered and satisfying. And I liked reading it three times. And it made me smile at the end. I need to contemplate feedback that's more than "Pretty" one day.
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Friday was extremely bad for lying around doing nothing at all. I kept dozing and having long stretches of semi-conscious melancholy and then getting that--what is it called anyway? When you get a single thought in your head and can't escape? It was not pleasant, but worse, in semi-doze, I wasn't awake enough to go distract myself. I think any length of time spent contemplating your mortality is not a great idea; semi-conscious, without conscious defenses that can usually derail the worst of it, it's just that much worse. I'm not sure what to do with what I came out of it thinking about yet. It's all very--not even usefully dramatic, just unhappy and in a very boring, ordinary way.
And I was tired--so tired. I'd been tired, in this heavy, sleepless way. It hit me finally on Friday night--I'd been skipping my vitamins for three days, and while I can't set up a definite causal relationship, I suspect I threw my body chemistry way off when I stopped taking everything. And I'm not sure why I did either. It was mostly forgetting to pack them before work, and also my deep dislike for my gag reflex, which gets a serious workout with twice a day, every day.
In short--I have every intention of forgetting something vital, becuase I am way too ready.
I'm *packed*, except for electronic equipment that doesn't get packed until morning, because really, I can't be that organized or I'll forget to wear shoes. Yes. I have done that. Or wore two different shoes. It's--odd.
Also, tornado warning in central Texas? Okay, not fair. We had all weekend to have violent storms. Not on the freaking night before I leave.
And to round out my weird complaints, a few nights ago I was going over my flight info and Tara asked me when my flight left on Thursday, so I went to check and Jesus and God, I booked a sixy forty-five am flight. I have no idea how I even managed that.
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Recs.
Man, Interrupted by
samdonne, Thoughtcrimes - I'm not sure what to do with this. I don't know the show other than by the synopsis samdonne provided. It was *good*, intense and richly charactered and satisfying. And I liked reading it three times. And it made me smile at the end. I need to contemplate feedback that's more than "Pretty" one day.*****
Friday was extremely bad for lying around doing nothing at all. I kept dozing and having long stretches of semi-conscious melancholy and then getting that--what is it called anyway? When you get a single thought in your head and can't escape? It was not pleasant, but worse, in semi-doze, I wasn't awake enough to go distract myself. I think any length of time spent contemplating your mortality is not a great idea; semi-conscious, without conscious defenses that can usually derail the worst of it, it's just that much worse. I'm not sure what to do with what I came out of it thinking about yet. It's all very--not even usefully dramatic, just unhappy and in a very boring, ordinary way.
And I was tired--so tired. I'd been tired, in this heavy, sleepless way. It hit me finally on Friday night--I'd been skipping my vitamins for three days, and while I can't set up a definite causal relationship, I suspect I threw my body chemistry way off when I stopped taking everything. And I'm not sure why I did either. It was mostly forgetting to pack them before work, and also my deep dislike for my gag reflex, which gets a serious workout with twice a day, every day.
In short--I have every intention of forgetting something vital, becuase I am way too ready.
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January, 1994, living in L.A., I was up running around at ohmygod o'clock in the morning, because I had a flight booked to Oregon that morning to go find myself a place to live up there. I had had breakfast, fed the cats, was on my way to jump in the shower when the Northridge earthquake hit.
As God is my witness, my first, instantaneous reaction was, "I do not have time for this today!!!"
(Then, of course, the power went out and the shaking got worse and stuff started falling out of the kitchen cabinets and I started seriously freaking out, but the happy ending was that my house was intact, and my cat sitter was fine, and Super Shuttle picked me up on time, and I moved to Oregon about a month later.)
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Is there gonna be dinner get-together? Do you still have my phone #? Do you need it? And my email is djinanna at gmail dot com, with the usual anti-spider/etc decoding.
*bounce*
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Have a good trip :P
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So now I'm waiting for the post after you've been away that starts
"My child is a HERO... He saved us... He *has* a sense of direction!"
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