my pillow steals the blankets
Apr. 13th, 2005 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I have a body pillow that I often embrace in my sleep. The blankets get wound around it and I wake up half-uncovered and it's all smugly snug beside me. It's worse than Dave or even Snick the cat. (Dave's actually quite an unassuming co-sleeper, but if you get out of the bed he immediately goes diagonal to take up the whole thing. He really prefers sleeping alone. And sometimes in the morning when I walk by he's diagonal and his bare toes are sticking out at the end.)
So, at work, one of the senior bartenders is out sick until May. Which means they need me to work 8 hours tomorrow, and the day after, and God knows what after that.
So, no longer have I tomorrow free, and Friday morning. So, I cannot plant the peas. *shakes fist at Fate* Curse my pea-less doooooommm!
But, I will earn money, instead of having a broke-making week. What with all the money I spent this past weekend on stuff I'd been needing to buy for a while anyway, I need yet more money. (And the week, as scheduled, would've given me something under 32 hours, including the worthless $4-in-tips 8.25-hr Sunday. Yikes.)
I caught the bus tonight. last night I had to count my bank lightning-fast and sprint out of there like my biscuits was burnin' to catch it, and I made it with less than a minute to spare. Tonight I took my time, because they let me. Nice to have things work out, for once. (The 8:28 is the last bus until about 9 am the next day.)
Tomorrow, sadly, I will have to take a bus that gets me there 45 minutes early. But it's OK. Glorfindel is being young and angsty for the Newton and it's going well. Shit, there was something on the ride home I wanted to refer to once I got back to my computer, and now i can't remember. Oh well.
Have just taken a long hot shower to attempt to ease some of the back-weariness that comes from having cut sod all morning and wrestled with That Damn Door all afternoon. (Torture bar's security door is, I swear, a living and evil thing.) I took it by candlelight, did an extra conditioning treatment (my hair is apparently 28 inches long-- somehow, not a number that impresses me; I thought it was longer, since I have absolutely no sense of perspective), covered my misbehaving eczema in tea tree oil (it burns, very slightly, and I'm telling myself that's good), and in general made myself feel special. Because I smelt funny and my knuckles were cracking from being dry and my hair was ridiculous and I looked like a frump today, but let's not get into that. Now I am beautiful and, telling myself that, i am going to fall asleep.
So, at work, one of the senior bartenders is out sick until May. Which means they need me to work 8 hours tomorrow, and the day after, and God knows what after that.
So, no longer have I tomorrow free, and Friday morning. So, I cannot plant the peas. *shakes fist at Fate* Curse my pea-less doooooommm!
But, I will earn money, instead of having a broke-making week. What with all the money I spent this past weekend on stuff I'd been needing to buy for a while anyway, I need yet more money. (And the week, as scheduled, would've given me something under 32 hours, including the worthless $4-in-tips 8.25-hr Sunday. Yikes.)
I caught the bus tonight. last night I had to count my bank lightning-fast and sprint out of there like my biscuits was burnin' to catch it, and I made it with less than a minute to spare. Tonight I took my time, because they let me. Nice to have things work out, for once. (The 8:28 is the last bus until about 9 am the next day.)
Tomorrow, sadly, I will have to take a bus that gets me there 45 minutes early. But it's OK. Glorfindel is being young and angsty for the Newton and it's going well. Shit, there was something on the ride home I wanted to refer to once I got back to my computer, and now i can't remember. Oh well.
Have just taken a long hot shower to attempt to ease some of the back-weariness that comes from having cut sod all morning and wrestled with That Damn Door all afternoon. (Torture bar's security door is, I swear, a living and evil thing.) I took it by candlelight, did an extra conditioning treatment (my hair is apparently 28 inches long-- somehow, not a number that impresses me; I thought it was longer, since I have absolutely no sense of perspective), covered my misbehaving eczema in tea tree oil (it burns, very slightly, and I'm telling myself that's good), and in general made myself feel special. Because I smelt funny and my knuckles were cracking from being dry and my hair was ridiculous and I looked like a frump today, but let's not get into that. Now I am beautiful and, telling myself that, i am going to fall asleep.
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Date: 2005-04-14 04:12 am (UTC)That sort of thing must make you popular with the boys.
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Date: 2005-04-14 12:06 pm (UTC)[actual conversation while I was attempting to measure my hair:
me: picks up measuring tape
dave: are you coming to measure my ****?
me: hm?
dave: it's not long enough.
me: huh?
dave: the measuring tape isn't long enough.
me, still thinking about my original purpose with the measuring tape: huh? it's 25 feet.
dave: that's not long enough.
me, realizing what he's on about: are you channeling high school or what?
dave: looks smug]
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Date: 2005-04-14 09:19 pm (UTC)- Z
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Date: 2005-04-14 01:45 pm (UTC)wrestled with That Damn Door all afternoon. (Torture bar's security door is, I swear, a living and evil thing.) I took it by candlelight..
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Date: 2005-04-15 12:37 am (UTC)Lord, I'm not going to be able to look the thing in the eye tomorrow...