dry itchy eyes
Sep. 1st, 2008 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7My eyes are dry and itchy and sucky today. Hey, didn't this happen precisely a year ago? Hm. I may not be online very much for a while. Last year this time the dry itchiness was almost crippling at work, and my vision deteriorated sharply and I still haven't fixed my prescription. I had figured it was my crappy monitor/lighting situation there, but if it's happening again... hm... except, well, I also drove 300 miles today in an air-conditioned car, so that might be a contributing factor.
Spent the long weekend visiting my folks. Little Sister was packing up her car and driving to Chicago, after the stress of packing transformed her into the Hulk and she snapped at all of us. It was a lovely goodbye? We'll not hold our breaths to hear from her until she's settled in; she's not much for keeping in touch, but we'll all catch up later.
The middle little sister was there too, which was good-- after a hellish journey home from a work conference in Las Vegas, she arrived with no luggage, exhausted. (45 minutes of sleep the previous night.) She has been traveling for work for the whole month of August, just about. She went to Dallas, then Atlanta, then home for two days, and then off to Vegas; while she was home, her boyfriend of five and a half years dumped her, which was a bit of a shock. She went off and worked hard instead of thinking about it, since there wasn't much she could do; but in the back of her mind she mulled things over and determined there was no reason to stay in the little podunk town where she's lived with him for so long, because he was really the only reason to stay there. He owes her money, but she's not worried about it; she's paying for his cellphone service, but since it would cost more in fees to get him removed than it would to just keep him on until the contract ends, she's not much fussed about that either. She's really not much fussed about any of it; of course she's hurt deeply, as one is, and angry and conflicted and grieved, as one is, but she's a Kelly and we don't really fuck around: she has things to do. She will probably move to Buffalo, and will stay with me a little while until she finds a job and an apartment. This is perfect, because lately Z has been a stick-in-the-mud who will not help with a project, go on an outing, or even give a non-sarcastic opinion on anything, so it would be nice to have a companion for a little while. I'm sure he has his reasons and perhaps I haven't been a joy either, I don't know; I'm just saying, I'm totally psyched at the prospect of my sister moving here.
So we talked it over at great length and psyched one another up for this, and she even gave me job-search motivation.
There was food, and cake, and the farmer's market, and a hike, and other fun things, but that's all really of substance. We came home, retrieved Chita from Z's mom's house, got a dressing-down over our front yard not looking nice, and I've been in a pretty rotten mood the rest of the night. But oh well. Chita's being aloof, I have zits, the world is awful, etc. etc. I'm going to clean the basement tomorrow, which is failing to improve my outlook on the world. And oh yeah, roller derby practice starts back up tomorrow. Oy.
Spent the long weekend visiting my folks. Little Sister was packing up her car and driving to Chicago, after the stress of packing transformed her into the Hulk and she snapped at all of us. It was a lovely goodbye? We'll not hold our breaths to hear from her until she's settled in; she's not much for keeping in touch, but we'll all catch up later.
The middle little sister was there too, which was good-- after a hellish journey home from a work conference in Las Vegas, she arrived with no luggage, exhausted. (45 minutes of sleep the previous night.) She has been traveling for work for the whole month of August, just about. She went to Dallas, then Atlanta, then home for two days, and then off to Vegas; while she was home, her boyfriend of five and a half years dumped her, which was a bit of a shock. She went off and worked hard instead of thinking about it, since there wasn't much she could do; but in the back of her mind she mulled things over and determined there was no reason to stay in the little podunk town where she's lived with him for so long, because he was really the only reason to stay there. He owes her money, but she's not worried about it; she's paying for his cellphone service, but since it would cost more in fees to get him removed than it would to just keep him on until the contract ends, she's not much fussed about that either. She's really not much fussed about any of it; of course she's hurt deeply, as one is, and angry and conflicted and grieved, as one is, but she's a Kelly and we don't really fuck around: she has things to do. She will probably move to Buffalo, and will stay with me a little while until she finds a job and an apartment. This is perfect, because lately Z has been a stick-in-the-mud who will not help with a project, go on an outing, or even give a non-sarcastic opinion on anything, so it would be nice to have a companion for a little while. I'm sure he has his reasons and perhaps I haven't been a joy either, I don't know; I'm just saying, I'm totally psyched at the prospect of my sister moving here.
So we talked it over at great length and psyched one another up for this, and she even gave me job-search motivation.
There was food, and cake, and the farmer's market, and a hike, and other fun things, but that's all really of substance. We came home, retrieved Chita from Z's mom's house, got a dressing-down over our front yard not looking nice, and I've been in a pretty rotten mood the rest of the night. But oh well. Chita's being aloof, I have zits, the world is awful, etc. etc. I'm going to clean the basement tomorrow, which is failing to improve my outlook on the world. And oh yeah, roller derby practice starts back up tomorrow. Oy.
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Date: 2008-09-02 02:17 am (UTC)Grump grump grump.
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Date: 2008-09-02 03:37 am (UTC)Guy across street is sweet and never mentions my lawn, guy next door is always passive agressively trying to "help" me. Blah.