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tashabear
tashabear
cranky bear
Slept like absolute shit this morning. The attic fan shut off somehow, and I am not strong enough in the Force to get it going again, so it's all stuffy up here. Max decided that my toes would be a yummy nibbly thing. And I had a nightmare about a dishwasher, a hotel room, and my bridal shower, the culmination of which was that I threw a temper tentrum and chucked everyone out of the shower, telling them "Leave the gifts, I'll send you a thank-you note. Now get out." I wish I could remember why I was so mad at everyone, but I think it was because somehow they had all left me holding the bag on some issue and I ended up getting yelled at.

Oh, and I snapped awake at 8 am (after going to bed at 4), convinced that I heard my cellphone ringing. I was wrong. Of course, when I tried to go back to bed, all I could hear was the ringtone, playing in my head.

I went looking for a can of chicken I thought I had; I was going to eat it for lunch. I can't find it. Now I'm having potato chips and Diet Coke. Breakfast of Champions.

I'm thinking about getting my hair cut today. I fear the scissors, but I'm really sick of this all-one-length thing. Plus I don't know where to go. It's hard to develop a relationship with a stylist when you only get your hair cut once every three years or so. At least I know what I want for a style this time; last time I was so inarticulate about it the girl fucked it all up.

So. Back to bed, or shower and out for a haircut?

i feel: crappy crappy

2 trips or shoot the rapids
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sandthistle From: sandthistle Date: May 1st, 2004 12:06 am (UTC) (base camp)
So? Verdict? Up too late in Illinois wants to know...
tashabear From: tashabear Date: May 1st, 2004 12:19 am (UTC) (base camp)
Back to bed till Wolfie got home, then pottered about for a bit, then shower, dinner at Ruby Tuesday's where they fucked up my burger*, and I tried to get my hair cut but by that time it was too late. Tomorrow's plan includes getting postage for my wedding invites, buying meat to barbecue, getting my hair cut, and going up to the motorcycle shop with Wolfie to get a key cut for me and new sparks for his bike.

*I have this pathological aversion to pickles and mustard. Can't even stand the smell, never mind the taste, and putting that shit on burgers is just WRONG. I've ordered the Smokehouse Burger three or four times before, and it's never, ever come with pickles and mustard... till tonight. I lied and said that I was allergic (I do have food sensitivities, and pickles and mustard might have the components, but I don't know for sure because I never eat them), and made them make me a new burger. Then the girl tried to tell me it was supposed to have pickle and mustard, but it's not on the menu -- I got up while I was waiting for burger #2 and looked. I would have noticed and said I didn't want it otherwise. I was nice enough to tell her that it wouldn't have killed me, but would have made me extremely uncomfortable later on, and since my food sensitivities do cause cramping, that wasn't a complete lie... I think...
2 trips or shoot the rapids