Hullo, everyone, I'm back.I'm not typing very well, because I was stupid with a steak knife last night. Now, there are people who get to be stupid with blades, because they have good Sharp Object Karma. I do not. I was using a steak knife to open a packet (mistake #1: Wrong Tool For the Job) and put my left index finger near where the knife was going to come out of the packet on the other side (mistake #2: Fingers and Blades Do Not Mix). I cut off a nice chunk of skin from my finger. Since I'm left-handed, this causes all sorts of problems.
I bled quite freely for a while. I found out that my first aid kit is unequipped to deal with anything more major than a scraped knee: no hydrogen peroxide, no real bandages, nothing. I used Band-Aids to keep pressure on it for a while, which finally stopped the bleeding. now the tip of my finger is swathed with Band-Aids, which makes it difficult to type.
This is going to be annoying until it heals, I can tell. The weird part was that it didn't hurt all that much--I think I went underneath the skin entirely, which has a lot fewer nerves. I just got all shaky, which is my reaction to getting hurt.
I also ate about 8 ounces of yellow mustard yesterday. Boy, did I ever feel ill. It's an old cure for cat allergies, which I've been meaning to try. Now, I like mustard. I really do. It's my condiment of choice. But 8 oz. is just too much mustard. I of the iron stomach actually felt nauseated for about an hour afterward.
Supposedly, it takes a few days to kick in, but when it does, you're cured of cat allergies forever and ever. This is from Storm, he of the weird herbal remedies, so at the same time I'm thinking "this can't possibly work" I'm thinking "but everything else he's ever given me has worked..." His remedies never, ever taste good, and most of them are actively unpleasant (ever had four tablespoons of cinnamon mixed with just enough water to make it soupy? YUCK. Kills headaches dead, though) but they do work.
On occasion, I think we have it too easy with modern medicine. Pills don't taste like anything, cough syrup is heavily sugared...and then I think about the prospect of actually eating thyroid glands every day for the rest of my life, and I thank whoever's out there that someone figured out how to put thyroid hormone in pill form.
I went shopping this weekend.I rarely go on shopping sprees. I'm usually too poor to do so, and besides, I hate spending money. However, on occasion I go out and do some serious damage to my checking account.
My justification for all of this is that 1) I'd needed/thought about most of this stuff for about three months now, if not more and 2) damnit, it was time I did something really nice for myself.
So I went to Lane Bryant. I bought a number of things, including a couple of short skirts (glory hallelujah!), a nice white shirt, black jeans, a nightgown, a shiny shirt (!), and a couple of other shirts. Oh, yes, and trouser socks. I'm not going to tell you how much it set me back, but let's just say I was glad my mom had given me a gift certificate for Christmas.
I bought a couple of calendars (50% off!), and then happened upon a store that was selling PCS phones for $50. I've been wanting a PCS phone for a year now--so I went and bought one and got it activated and everything. So I am now Accessible Everywhere Girl. All I need to do is get my pager reactivated and I can go anywhere without fear.
So, after popping by home, I head out again, this time to Fred Meyer. I needed light bulbs and a few other sundries, but my real agenda was office supplies. specifically, transparent purple office supplies.
I don't know where this transparent purple fetish has come from. I bought a couple of different accordion files, some transparent plastic envelopes, and a notebook with a transparent purple cover.
oh, and a transparent purple mouse pad.
And on Sunday, I bought new fish: some new raspboras (who Big Boss Rasbora is happily herding around), some loaches (looking like little eels. they're cool.), and a betta. The betta is now at work with me, and I think his name will be Exploding Bill Sushi. It's a long story.
So the upshot is that after the weekend, I'm poorer, but I have things I've been thinking about getting for a long time, and I feel good about it.
wow, my desk is a mess. I think I'll take advantage of the downtime and clean it off. More stories from the weekend tomorrow.
How about no longer being masochistic/How about remembering your divinity/How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out/How about not equating death with stopping—Thank U, Alanis Morissette
outside: looks like a nice day
doing: pondering food
link: mmm Fluevogs!
dream: I had a weird and disturbing dream about horses, but I managfed to fix everything and make it work right.
