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Oct. 14th, 2009 10:42 pmBusy! Z and I went and did an epic grocery shop today, which was fun. We hauled back all the accumulated bottles and cans that were clogging up the downstairs. The total was something approaching ten bucks in returns. Which I forgot to redeem, so I have the little slips stuck to the fridge. Maybe I'll go tomorrow...
I had intended to go back down to the leather shop and work more with the owner on the design for lace guards/toe protectors for roller skates, but there was only about 45 minutes left before I'd have to leave for work, once we'd unloaded everything, and just... no. So I'm going down on Friday a.m. instead.
Work was fine, except that coming in so late meant that I was tired before I got there. Oh well. And I got out too late to do any kind of working out. Last night's practice was a fairly hard endurance practice, and i expected to be sore today, but I really wasn't, much. So I suppose that's good, actually. (The sorest part of me? My lower back, which got meat-tenderized whilst doing situps. I HATE situps on an unpadded surface. You'd think I have plenty of padding, but it hurts like a bitch. It's not muscle, either, it's a bruise. Methinks I am going to have to do something to stop people making me do situps on a hard wooden floor. It is SO unpleasant.)
But lest I think perhaps I might lose weight with all this crazy fitness stuff, I got home to discover that Z had made dinner: deep-fried beer-battered shrimp, deep-fried chunks of beer batter because how awesome is that? and Tater Tots as a side dish. Oh man. At least there was a salad to kinda help scrape the fat out as it went down. Balanced nutrition, not so much, but I do feel better after eating it.
On the way out the door, I was discussing the next day's schedule with the manager, and he realized he'd asked too many people to come in. (There's been some disruption of late, and so schedules are a bit rearranged.) So I volunteered not to come in. Eh, I got stuff to do. It's OK. So i'm staying home tomorrow, meaning I'll have a five day week, instead of six. Suits me OK. I know I need the money, but I don't get paid extra for overtime anyway, and I just am tired and need to catch up on things. I didn't get enough done today.
So tomorrow, hopefully, I will get Halloween costumes sorted, I'll get more work done on the basement, I'll get the laundry put away, I'll get dinner made, maybe I'll get my bearings cleaned again (they're getting very slow, I don't know if I can fix them, but I can't afford new ones so oh dear), maybe I'll get some writing done, I don't know. Anyway, it'll be a nice surprise to have some time. Oh yeah I should make some curtains... that's got to bump up near the top of the list. We're supposed to get snow here soon. We're about a month ahead of schedule, in terms of winter happening-- normally it's in the 60s for most of October, with "chilly" 40-degree nights, but it's been 50 during the day and 35 at night. Fortunately since Z is basically unemployed at this precise moment he's been motivated enough to put the storm windows down and the like, so we're in better shape than normal. Maybe tomorrow we'll get the storm doors on and I'll get some plastic insulation in some of the windows, and get those insulated curtains I bought fabric for three years ago.... Yeah.
Anyway. Mundane and boring as my life is... I'm mostly just getting it down to keep track of it. I've been awfully scattered lately. I sort of don't like that. Today was a day when I just had trouble understanding things people said to me, and it worries me that I have days like that. Some days, I can't speak well. Some days, I don't hear well. It's getting old to be 30 and not able to trust my senses. But is that even a thing that is wrong with people? It's a symptom of having a stroke, yeah, but not for like, a year.
Anyway, whatever. Getting things looked at by licensed medical professionals is something rich people do; the rest of us just learn to compensate, as we always have. I wish I didn't feel bitter about that.
I had intended to go back down to the leather shop and work more with the owner on the design for lace guards/toe protectors for roller skates, but there was only about 45 minutes left before I'd have to leave for work, once we'd unloaded everything, and just... no. So I'm going down on Friday a.m. instead.
Work was fine, except that coming in so late meant that I was tired before I got there. Oh well. And I got out too late to do any kind of working out. Last night's practice was a fairly hard endurance practice, and i expected to be sore today, but I really wasn't, much. So I suppose that's good, actually. (The sorest part of me? My lower back, which got meat-tenderized whilst doing situps. I HATE situps on an unpadded surface. You'd think I have plenty of padding, but it hurts like a bitch. It's not muscle, either, it's a bruise. Methinks I am going to have to do something to stop people making me do situps on a hard wooden floor. It is SO unpleasant.)
But lest I think perhaps I might lose weight with all this crazy fitness stuff, I got home to discover that Z had made dinner: deep-fried beer-battered shrimp, deep-fried chunks of beer batter because how awesome is that? and Tater Tots as a side dish. Oh man. At least there was a salad to kinda help scrape the fat out as it went down. Balanced nutrition, not so much, but I do feel better after eating it.
On the way out the door, I was discussing the next day's schedule with the manager, and he realized he'd asked too many people to come in. (There's been some disruption of late, and so schedules are a bit rearranged.) So I volunteered not to come in. Eh, I got stuff to do. It's OK. So i'm staying home tomorrow, meaning I'll have a five day week, instead of six. Suits me OK. I know I need the money, but I don't get paid extra for overtime anyway, and I just am tired and need to catch up on things. I didn't get enough done today.
So tomorrow, hopefully, I will get Halloween costumes sorted, I'll get more work done on the basement, I'll get the laundry put away, I'll get dinner made, maybe I'll get my bearings cleaned again (they're getting very slow, I don't know if I can fix them, but I can't afford new ones so oh dear), maybe I'll get some writing done, I don't know. Anyway, it'll be a nice surprise to have some time. Oh yeah I should make some curtains... that's got to bump up near the top of the list. We're supposed to get snow here soon. We're about a month ahead of schedule, in terms of winter happening-- normally it's in the 60s for most of October, with "chilly" 40-degree nights, but it's been 50 during the day and 35 at night. Fortunately since Z is basically unemployed at this precise moment he's been motivated enough to put the storm windows down and the like, so we're in better shape than normal. Maybe tomorrow we'll get the storm doors on and I'll get some plastic insulation in some of the windows, and get those insulated curtains I bought fabric for three years ago.... Yeah.
Anyway. Mundane and boring as my life is... I'm mostly just getting it down to keep track of it. I've been awfully scattered lately. I sort of don't like that. Today was a day when I just had trouble understanding things people said to me, and it worries me that I have days like that. Some days, I can't speak well. Some days, I don't hear well. It's getting old to be 30 and not able to trust my senses. But is that even a thing that is wrong with people? It's a symptom of having a stroke, yeah, but not for like, a year.
Anyway, whatever. Getting things looked at by licensed medical professionals is something rich people do; the rest of us just learn to compensate, as we always have. I wish I didn't feel bitter about that.
