Blah

Oct. 23rd, 2007 10:18 am
innerslytherin: (autumn fox)
Man, I am so tired this morning. I went to bed early, though I did read in bed for a while. But I'm not sure I slept well. I'm utterly exhausted today, and the weather made it dreadfully hard to get out of bed. It's cool, blustery, and rainy, and now it's dark when I'm leaving for work, which makes it even less appealing to get up.

I just reread Pocketwitch's Snupin fics. I really love those fics. One of them is the sort that makes me smile with giddy glee at the end. Aren't those the best sort?

My Pervy Werewolf fic has a problem. It's not very pervy. >.> I'm not sure yet what to do about this.

A--- stopped by yesterday and told me she's coming back to work on 5 November. The interesting part is that no one here has told me that, or said anything else about it. Are they just going to come to my cube on the 2nd and say, "Oh, by the way, we're done with you"? *snort* No word yet on the position here I applied for, or the outside job. Though since the outside job is with federal government, there's no telling how long that will take.

Stupid heart is pounding again today. I overheard one of our HR people talking about how someone on the production floor was going to have to wear a heart monitor, so I showed them mine so they'd have an idea what it was like. Every time I call the place to transmit recordings, they remind me what day I take this off. I'm like, dude, I've got over three weeks left. You don't have to tell me yet.

I haven't got anything too interesting to say. I've been feeling sort of blah all week. As much as I love autumn, and enjoy NaNoWriMo, I always end up getting depressed at right about this point in the year. And this year it's worse. *sigh*

Blah

Oct. 23rd, 2007 10:18 am
innerslytherin: (autumn fox)
Man, I am so tired this morning. I went to bed early, though I did read in bed for a while. But I'm not sure I slept well. I'm utterly exhausted today, and the weather made it dreadfully hard to get out of bed. It's cool, blustery, and rainy, and now it's dark when I'm leaving for work, which makes it even less appealing to get up.

I just reread Pocketwitch's Snupin fics. I really love those fics. One of them is the sort that makes me smile with giddy glee at the end. Aren't those the best sort?

My Pervy Werewolf fic has a problem. It's not very pervy. >.> I'm not sure yet what to do about this.

A--- stopped by yesterday and told me she's coming back to work on 5 November. The interesting part is that no one here has told me that, or said anything else about it. Are they just going to come to my cube on the 2nd and say, "Oh, by the way, we're done with you"? *snort* No word yet on the position here I applied for, or the outside job. Though since the outside job is with federal government, there's no telling how long that will take.

Stupid heart is pounding again today. I overheard one of our HR people talking about how someone on the production floor was going to have to wear a heart monitor, so I showed them mine so they'd have an idea what it was like. Every time I call the place to transmit recordings, they remind me what day I take this off. I'm like, dude, I've got over three weeks left. You don't have to tell me yet.

I haven't got anything too interesting to say. I've been feeling sort of blah all week. As much as I love autumn, and enjoy NaNoWriMo, I always end up getting depressed at right about this point in the year. And this year it's worse. *sigh*
innerslytherin: (element - greenlake (water))
Well I've already had a bad morning. I got up and started gathering my clothes to get in the shower, and couldn't find my trousers. WTF? I know Mom washed them with her load of khakis! I remember putting them in, but they weren't in the laundry basket. I get frustrated and burst into tears while hunting for the elusive clothing. So finally I grab my light tan khakis instead and get in the shower, telling myself to calm down. After the shower I decide to check one other place, and there they are. The laundry wasn't Friday night, it was Thursday night, and I'd worn the trousers one day. *headdesk*

By this time I have realised that it's obviously time to start taking the Lexapro again. (Yes, I know I shouldn't self-medicate. But I am broke and can't afford to spend $80 a month on antidepressants when I can function normally for long periods of time without them. I still have three weeks' worth of the free samples I got the last time I was at the doctor's office, so I grabbed one of those packets, heated some Pop Tarts, and head out the door.

Get in my car and am immediately covered in spiderweb. So I jump out of the car, having a major panic-inspired meltdown. Seriously, after waking up with a headache and cough, cutting myself on the laundry basket while looking for my trousers, and then the entire frustration-inspired crying jag, I can NOT handle a spider in my car.

Yes, I know spiders are tiny and can't, for the most part, hurt me. Yes, I know that black widows and brown recluse don't often hang out in cars in Indiana. My fear of spiders is not a rational fear, and I don't care. The only reason I didn't call in to work to avoid spending 15 miles in a spider-infested car is that I had no idea what to say. "Hi, I can't come in because I am afraid of a spider." "Hi, I can't come in because I'm being held hostage." "Hi. I have just had a panic-inspired heart-attack, so I'm going back to bed."

It did get a little better on the way in. I had a school bus driver actually wave me around her to pass after she got a kid on the bus.

But of course I get to work and the construction is still going on very loudly, and on top of that I have two people having a loud conversation at the mailboxes, which are right outside my cubicle. And the headache hasn't gone away. But I do have 20 mg of Lexapro in me, so maybe in a couple of days I'll be feeling better. Still, all I want to do is crawl back into bed under several blankets and get warm.

Now I'm going to intersperse work with fanfic so I look busy until the mail gets here.
innerslytherin: (element - greenlake (water))
Well I've already had a bad morning. I got up and started gathering my clothes to get in the shower, and couldn't find my trousers. WTF? I know Mom washed them with her load of khakis! I remember putting them in, but they weren't in the laundry basket. I get frustrated and burst into tears while hunting for the elusive clothing. So finally I grab my light tan khakis instead and get in the shower, telling myself to calm down. After the shower I decide to check one other place, and there they are. The laundry wasn't Friday night, it was Thursday night, and I'd worn the trousers one day. *headdesk*

By this time I have realised that it's obviously time to start taking the Lexapro again. (Yes, I know I shouldn't self-medicate. But I am broke and can't afford to spend $80 a month on antidepressants when I can function normally for long periods of time without them. I still have three weeks' worth of the free samples I got the last time I was at the doctor's office, so I grabbed one of those packets, heated some Pop Tarts, and head out the door.

Get in my car and am immediately covered in spiderweb. So I jump out of the car, having a major panic-inspired meltdown. Seriously, after waking up with a headache and cough, cutting myself on the laundry basket while looking for my trousers, and then the entire frustration-inspired crying jag, I can NOT handle a spider in my car.

Yes, I know spiders are tiny and can't, for the most part, hurt me. Yes, I know that black widows and brown recluse don't often hang out in cars in Indiana. My fear of spiders is not a rational fear, and I don't care. The only reason I didn't call in to work to avoid spending 15 miles in a spider-infested car is that I had no idea what to say. "Hi, I can't come in because I am afraid of a spider." "Hi, I can't come in because I'm being held hostage." "Hi. I have just had a panic-inspired heart-attack, so I'm going back to bed."

It did get a little better on the way in. I had a school bus driver actually wave me around her to pass after she got a kid on the bus.

But of course I get to work and the construction is still going on very loudly, and on top of that I have two people having a loud conversation at the mailboxes, which are right outside my cubicle. And the headache hasn't gone away. But I do have 20 mg of Lexapro in me, so maybe in a couple of days I'll be feeling better. Still, all I want to do is crawl back into bed under several blankets and get warm.

Now I'm going to intersperse work with fanfic so I look busy until the mail gets here.

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