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green_dreamsWritten at 2:03 pm
I have a notebook. It's a very nice notebook, actually; one of the ones with a wrap cover and the front having a slightly embossed writing sample and the signature of an author.[2] And I cannot get up the nerve to actually write in it. Since I have owned it since before 2011 and it is nearly March, this is both embarrassing and impractical.
I hurt. Sort of a ridiculous amount, actually, given that I took three ibuprofen[1] a couple of hours ago. And had two four hours before that, and am currently trying to figure out if I will be best served by taking three again at 4 p.m. and grabbing one last lonely one before bedtime, or two and two, or... Bleh. I would rather not go over nine a day.
It's ibuprofen and acetaminophen that are co-analgesic, right?
Anyway. I had a knot in my back over the weekend--I thought I'd just slept on it funny--and it hung around. I woke up this morning with it hurting rather worse than it had been before, and got up and dressed and caught a lift to work and was just waiting for the painkillers to kick in when the car turned a corner and I shifted my weight just a little, as you do, and I... Yelped. I think yelped is a nice dignified word.
Anyway. Have several recommendations for what to do, and will be finding a massage therapist if those don't work out.
Also I am breaking out. Not badly, but it's either worse than usual or it feels worse than usual or it's sticking around longer than it usually does after my period. This is doing nothing for my general mood, as you may well imagine. (It's odd; I say things like that, but I don't actually imagine who I might be addressing.)
And I'm not tired--although I am horribly low-energy--and I know I am whining, and I just... I have been trying not to complain. I have. But frankly not-complaining is not making it go away and I am just about tired of graciously bottling it up and look, this is my LJ. I can whine if I want to.
I need to get a backpack for my laptop, or some other kind of carrying method that better distributes the weight. I was looking at getting another case anyway--the zipper on mine broke--although I don't actually know if you can get backpacks for laptops. I imagine you can, and if you can't I imagine I can find a backpack big enough to carry both laptop and laptop case, because I am protective of my laptop and she gets padding.
Also I could probably take a few things out of there, but really only a few. I would want to keep
And that is mostly my day, today, with a side order of annoyance at not being able to look up things like bus schedules or new laptop cases. Not really interesting, but it does sort of help to get some of it out, even if I am typing it into OpenOffice and can't actually post at the moment.
Also, 830 words. In 48 minutes. I have done worse.
Written at 5:35 pm
Just got home. Cat made a mess. Cleaning up now. Seriously considering skipping SnB tonight.
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[1] The side of the bottle says you should only take two at a time, max daily dose of six. It's okay, it was on the advice of a physician.
[2] In this case, EA Poe. Gold "ink" on a sort of purple-fuschia-wine background. Pretty.[4]
[3] Which I feel rather goes with my suspicion that it had been failing to work because there was a bit of grit or a crumb or something jammed underneath it. Some mechanical obstruction which has been worn down or has shifted. That said, I do want to vacuum the keyboard.
[4] Looking at the footnotes and seeing [1] and [2] in order evokes the image of Poe as a physician, who uses positively florid stationery for his prescription/advice pad.
I have a notebook. It's a very nice notebook, actually; one of the ones with a wrap cover and the front having a slightly embossed writing sample and the signature of an author.[2] And I cannot get up the nerve to actually write in it. Since I have owned it since before 2011 and it is nearly March, this is both embarrassing and impractical.
I hurt. Sort of a ridiculous amount, actually, given that I took three ibuprofen[1] a couple of hours ago. And had two four hours before that, and am currently trying to figure out if I will be best served by taking three again at 4 p.m. and grabbing one last lonely one before bedtime, or two and two, or... Bleh. I would rather not go over nine a day.
It's ibuprofen and acetaminophen that are co-analgesic, right?
Anyway. I had a knot in my back over the weekend--I thought I'd just slept on it funny--and it hung around. I woke up this morning with it hurting rather worse than it had been before, and got up and dressed and caught a lift to work and was just waiting for the painkillers to kick in when the car turned a corner and I shifted my weight just a little, as you do, and I... Yelped. I think yelped is a nice dignified word.
Anyway. Have several recommendations for what to do, and will be finding a massage therapist if those don't work out.
Also I am breaking out. Not badly, but it's either worse than usual or it feels worse than usual or it's sticking around longer than it usually does after my period. This is doing nothing for my general mood, as you may well imagine. (It's odd; I say things like that, but I don't actually imagine who I might be addressing.)
And I'm not tired--although I am horribly low-energy--and I know I am whining, and I just... I have been trying not to complain. I have. But frankly not-complaining is not making it go away and I am just about tired of graciously bottling it up and look, this is my LJ. I can whine if I want to.
I need to get a backpack for my laptop, or some other kind of carrying method that better distributes the weight. I was looking at getting another case anyway--the zipper on mine broke--although I don't actually know if you can get backpacks for laptops. I imagine you can, and if you can't I imagine I can find a backpack big enough to carry both laptop and laptop case, because I am protective of my laptop and she gets padding.
Also I could probably take a few things out of there, but really only a few. I would want to keep
- the power cord and mouse (although actually the left button on the touchpad is working intermittently these days[3], so if I am willing to be patient with the clicky-clicky, I could maybe leave the mouse behind);
- an appointment calender and a notebook because those are both more convenient in tangible format than on the laptop;
- a few pens and pencils;
- my iPod Shuffle, which takes up slightly more space than $6 in toonies and weighs less so that's okay;
- my wallet, keys, and cellphone. Because it's actually rather hard to find office slacks for women that have pockets, and better those things be in a zippered pocket on my laptop case than dropped into my loose, low-cut jacket pocket while I am riding around on the bus.
And that is mostly my day, today, with a side order of annoyance at not being able to look up things like bus schedules or new laptop cases. Not really interesting, but it does sort of help to get some of it out, even if I am typing it into OpenOffice and can't actually post at the moment.
Also, 830 words. In 48 minutes. I have done worse.
Written at 5:35 pm
Just got home. Cat made a mess. Cleaning up now. Seriously considering skipping SnB tonight.
---
[1] The side of the bottle says you should only take two at a time, max daily dose of six. It's okay, it was on the advice of a physician.
[2] In this case, EA Poe. Gold "ink" on a sort of purple-fuschia-wine background. Pretty.[4]
[3] Which I feel rather goes with my suspicion that it had been failing to work because there was a bit of grit or a crumb or something jammed underneath it. Some mechanical obstruction which has been worn down or has shifted. That said, I do want to vacuum the keyboard.
[4] Looking at the footnotes and seeing [1] and [2] in order evokes the image of Poe as a physician, who uses positively florid stationery for his prescription/advice pad.
