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Haven't gone anywhere, just been busy. And, perhaps seasonally-related, a bit depressed. Working and skating and working and not sleeping... Weekends are busy busy times for me. Saturday night I don't even remember what I did. Sunday morning I wrote a long post to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fatshionista on how to find bras that fit. (Would that I could apply it, but I lack funds and motivation and have... enough... close enough bras.)
And then Sunday night my little sister called and said she'd be coming through Buffalo the next day and we should hang out. So I wound up spending Monday at Niagara Falls with the baby sister and her surprise husband, who's been married to her for a bit over a year now. (Yikes!) He'd never been, being a Midwestern boy, so it was fun. I took some pictures. This one is my favorite. I titled it "Niagara Fails." Well, Z did. He's funnier than me.
Good stuff.
Yeah I keep getting real bummed out about not much in particular lately. I haven't been getting enough sleep, probably haven't been getting enough exercise, have probably been eating not healthily enough, and am feeling overall run-down without feeling sick. Probably all the sudden cold weather and darkness is getting me bummed. But it's a time I'd really really really like to have access to mental healthcare, and don't. So that's a real bummer. Not like I'd get off my ass and do anything about it, but I'd love the option of talking to someone about maybe not just shrugging and saying what a bummer to always be bummed.
The word 'bum' occurs with very disappointingly lame frequency in the above paragraph. If it were about asses, it would be way cooler.
I think maybe I'll start working up a good alcohol tolerance in the time-honored method. Lately I can't even drink much, and where's the fun in that?
Basement is done being painted. Now I just need to... do an overwhelming number / amount of things to stuff in order to make it usable. Progress is stalled. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get off my ass and make Z help me move furniture, which is one of the major sticking points. (I can't really get a desk down a tight flight of stairs on my own, nor can I move a refrigerator across a room. Well, I have before, but it was a smoother floor. I can't push it across this one with my back like I did the other one.)
OK gotta go to a meeting that will probably, for no reason at all, depress me. Nuts to me; I've got better shit to do than be fucking sad all the time, but it's very difficult to get it to leave me alone.
fatshionista on how to find bras that fit. (Would that I could apply it, but I lack funds and motivation and have... enough... close enough bras.) And then Sunday night my little sister called and said she'd be coming through Buffalo the next day and we should hang out. So I wound up spending Monday at Niagara Falls with the baby sister and her surprise husband, who's been married to her for a bit over a year now. (Yikes!) He'd never been, being a Midwestern boy, so it was fun. I took some pictures. This one is my favorite. I titled it "Niagara Fails." Well, Z did. He's funnier than me.
Good stuff.
Yeah I keep getting real bummed out about not much in particular lately. I haven't been getting enough sleep, probably haven't been getting enough exercise, have probably been eating not healthily enough, and am feeling overall run-down without feeling sick. Probably all the sudden cold weather and darkness is getting me bummed. But it's a time I'd really really really like to have access to mental healthcare, and don't. So that's a real bummer. Not like I'd get off my ass and do anything about it, but I'd love the option of talking to someone about maybe not just shrugging and saying what a bummer to always be bummed.
The word 'bum' occurs with very disappointingly lame frequency in the above paragraph. If it were about asses, it would be way cooler.
I think maybe I'll start working up a good alcohol tolerance in the time-honored method. Lately I can't even drink much, and where's the fun in that?
Basement is done being painted. Now I just need to... do an overwhelming number / amount of things to stuff in order to make it usable. Progress is stalled. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get off my ass and make Z help me move furniture, which is one of the major sticking points. (I can't really get a desk down a tight flight of stairs on my own, nor can I move a refrigerator across a room. Well, I have before, but it was a smoother floor. I can't push it across this one with my back like I did the other one.)
OK gotta go to a meeting that will probably, for no reason at all, depress me. Nuts to me; I've got better shit to do than be fucking sad all the time, but it's very difficult to get it to leave me alone.
