November 26th, 2012

2013, cyd, new

to cam or not to cam

i got up this morning and made coffee. went in to get a cup. poured it, moved over to the sugar, there is no sugar. that's right, i'm supposed to be "thinking about my consumption" of coffee. so i found some powdered sugar. not the same, the cornstarch throws me off the taste a bit. but it's coffee!

the lady across the street had a bunch of furniture hauled away by a consignment company yesterday, so i'm guessing the big clean out of stuff is done. thanks to her we are having a very 50s xmas.

and we got some japanese treasures. candles and candle sticks and trivets and carved boxes and such manner of neat stuff.

this coffee ain't so bad. maybe i will use less sugar from now on. i seem to make a pretty good cuppa.

the long strange weekend is over. i'm kind of relieved. i was awake a lot of it. dead to the world from 10pm on, but up all day.

i hooked my cam up, but i'm no longer sure it works and i'm at a loss how to broadcast it. i know nothing about cam stuff now. i just figured with all the cat activity and such, having the cam on sometimes would be cool. again. i don't want to be on it all that much, not when i'm just sitting, not unless i'm being creative.

okay, i have to go cut my nails. i can't fucking type without hitting backspace three times per word. i don't know how people with long nails type acurately.
2013, cyd, new

better, i can type now

we always, ALWAYS open the screen door when we close the glass door. it makes it easier to get in and out without a cat attached to you with only one sliding door to contend with. so i really don't know what doc was thinking yesterday when he shut the sliding glass door with the screen door closed.

and neither did felix several hours later, when i opened the door to let him out and he took a running start and bounced off the screen door. i can't even type this without laughing. i was laughing so hard when it happened that doc had to let him out, i couldn't do it. i mean, the cat Bounced. back about a foot, and landed on his hind legs. but he hit it face first. and he looked so confused.

simon is sitting in the window, looking frantic. just looking around all wide eyed. he's looking for trouble to get into. i know that look. he was on the floor next to me, after escorting me into the bathroom to cut my nails. i reached down and fuzzled his head and he looked up at me, licked my nose, bit it lightly, and bounced off up onto the couch and into the window. oh, now he's settled on a nap on the couch in doc's spot. a nap is better than trouble, anyway.

we put up the bookshelf last night. i'm going to clean it off and start to fill it. i have a bunch of cookbooks i don't want taking up space in my room. then i can unpack all the book boxes. we also got doc's dresser out of the garage, so there is room in there to maneuver. oh! that reminds me! i found a box of old hard drives i can now hook up and play with! oh man! i can do that before doc wakes up, i don't need to wait like i do the bookshelf.

and doc got me some nails, so i have no excuse not to put art up. hammers, and hard drives. that's got me going this morning. oh yeah. and string lights. i'm to put them up on the back porch today. once people wake up so the staple gun doesn't get me shot. i told doc i was waiting for someone to yell, "shut the fuck up" during one of my three am outdoor coughing fits. and doc just looked at me. he explained that people don't behave that way in the suburbs. oh. it's been a while. still doesn't have the sex pistols shirt i want, and it's been months. it's bought and paid for, so i could call the number in the email and exchange it for a shirt they have in stock. should i? then at least i'll get a punk shirt for xmas. doc is insistent about getting me a butane zippo for xmas instead of the sex pistols zippo that i wanted. i'm going to see if i can compromise with him and get the sex pistols zippo and a butane insert for it. then everyone is happy. i think. so should i exchange the shirt i don't have for the one i could have by xmas?
2013, cyd, new

drat, it's cyber monday

we will spend money today. we've been waiting for the online sales for stuff. cosequin for lelu; lighters for doc and i; and something for his parents. oh, yeah, and a racoon cake from swiss colony. i'm begging for that, so if i get petit fours this year, they will have to be a gift from someone, hint hint. anyway . . .

i hooked up all three drives i found and none of them spun. i am hoping they were too cold. i'm letting them warm up. i also found my USB floppy drive, so my laptop is complete. oh, wait, no, i want to get a USB trackball for it. i found my legal copy of photoshop7 that was a gift so log ago, and so far it works on this laptop (windows 7 and all) but designing with this little mousepadtouchy thingy is just not happening.

time to go wake doc up with a cuppa unsweetened coffee. heh.

oh, and take the trash out and the recycling and have a smoke and pet a couple of cats and tidy up the kitchen. heh. i kind of got distracted. i cleaned off the bookshelf, too, and put it back together. it is ready for books. as soon as doc gets up and i can make some noise. and screw the book shelf to the wall, it's leaning. shite.

i wonder if i can get string lights online. i should just do that. maybe amazon can hook me up, they seem to have everything else. that way doc just has to find a tree, not any lights. and i just want the lights for my bedroom, not for holiday decorating. i'm hoping i already have enough for the porch and the tree. i have two long strings. time to go look that up.
2013, cyd, new

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oh happy sleep. i went to sleep at 12:15pm, woke up at 1:30 and took a xanax and an ambien and went to bed. slept until five. i feel great. my inner ear infection is clearing up, my cold is all but gone, and emotionally i feel stable. it's a good day.

now to unpack the books. that will take no time at all. i brought them all in. all i have to do is empty and break down the boxes. so i'm saving that. doc said he might get off work early tonight. i'm not counting on it, but it would be cool.

the key to getting along, i have found, is me not being a raging bitch. things are going much more smoothly. i really have to watch my moods and how i react to him. he's not as annoying as i make out. i also have to, and this is important, watch my tone with him. i'm so used to being defensive, it just comes out of me before i think, and BAM, damage done. so with these things in mind, i'm behaving myself. i'm also trying not to whine so much. i whine a lot.

lawrence o'donnell is talking about the "war on xmas". oy. pat robertson is funny. he's so deluded and he has this tv pulpit to speak from, and all he does is spread hate. it isn't very christ-like.

i feel like i forgot something. but i emptied the vacuum, vacuumed the house, fed the cats, cleaned the litter boxes . . . i guess i did everything but the dishes, and i refuse to do those. he lets them stack up, but he does them. i'm still using paper plates from when we first moved in. i use spoons, for yogurt, but that's about all.

ooh, the Top Gear apocalypse special. cool, i slept through it the other day. or i talked to doc all through it or something. i don't remember, but i missed it. it's hosted by Richard Hammond and James May, my two favorite presenters. Jeremy Clarkson is funny, but i like the other two when they team up.