This is definitely going to be a "take it easy" weekend. I'm not bouncing back as quickly as I had the last time. My antibiotics have taken away the majority of the pain, but I'm still really tender in the kidney/back area. Tonight, I'm headed to Anna's for her birthday, but I fear that I won't be able to test the wine I'm helping her pick out. Alcohol and antibiotics seriously do not mix.
Something funny, though-- I was reading all of the side effects caused by Cipro. Mostly the usual-- may cause headaches, nausea, dizziness... suicidal thoughts. Umm. Okay. That's kind of worrysome.
I'm happy to report, though, that I've not had the urge to kill myself. Just others. And watch out, my list is growing.
I bought a lock for my door last night. Yesterday was the absolute last straw in having my privacy invaded. My mother's take? "I don't know why you have to act this way. In fact, I find it kind of insulting."
Okay. Let's review. My computer was used without my permission. Items have been stolen from my room, to be recovered elsewhere in the house, sometimes torn or damaged. I've routinely come home to my door being wide open despite the fact that I keep it closed because we have destructive pets. Attempts to discuss this with the person invading my space have been met by denial, hostility, and insults. Attempts to discuss it with the landlord have resulted in "so get a lock." Furthermore, I'm paying rent for that space, and no one seems to understand that that makes me a tenant with rights. A door lock is therefore not insulting (especially if it was your suggestion!). It's a solution to a problem that I, the tenant, am having.
Oi. My head hurts. I'm going to fill it with meaningless meme-age.
10 random facts about me::
1. When I really care about someone, I'll store messages from them on my phone. That way, when I'm feeling really freaked out, I can call my voicemail just to hear his or her voice. It's oddly calming. I also wear clothes that don't belong to me because they make me feel closer to that person.
2. I'm incredibly accident-prone. I usually have bruises all up and down my legs from god knows what. I once almost cut off my thumb. I've bruised ribs and chipped my tailbone. Combine that with the fact that my immune system is dangerously weak, and you get a girl with a lot of doctor bills.
3. The first date I ever went on was with a boy named Chad Hassleberger. Since poor Chad, I've never once dated someone with a normal last name. Szumlanski, Wirsching, Darr... it goes on. There was even this one guy who got all huffy if you forgot the umlauts in his name.
4. I had tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner last night. I think it's quite possibly the most satisfying thing I've eaten in weeks.
5. When I was six, I got my 3 year-old little brother to stick a peanut up his nose to see if he could shoot it out like Dumbo. It got stuck. The poor babysitter had a complete and utter freak out that almost landed him in the hospital under her daughter wheedled it out with tweezers. I got so punished.
6. I have to admit, it makes me secretly happy that the middle-school best friend who devastated me is a complete low-life now with no prospects. Ha, bitch. Momentary popularity wasn't worth losing a good friend.
7. I didn't know that Mike shared a last name with a relatively known minor-league ballplayer. A few years back, I was flicking through the channels, looking for news when the headline, "Mike _____ dies in car wreck." I think I had a minor heart attack right in that moment.
8. I learn little intuitional things about people through touch. It's one of the reasons that physical communication is so big for me.
9. I own the Hackers soundtrack. And I like it.
10. My childhood nickname is "Bean Pole" because I was once so underweight that I was put on a milkshake diet to plump up. To this day, sometimes, when I'm spaced out, my mother can say "Chris" ten times with no effect, but as soon as she says "Bean," I look right up.
Notes to self::
--send out
belladonnastrap's package. CT2, Jack, Skindazzles stuff, letter.
--send outwickercabra's mix tape.
--make David Gray mix for Scott.
--send outmatrixleap's revisions.
Amazon sent me a refund for the Buffy seasons 5 & 6 that I'd ordered because their marketplace sellers no longer had them in stock. I used the refund to order Angel season 4, because after my week, I need Wesley with guns, stat. I also splurged at Best Buy to get Buffy season 6. I watched "Normal Again" under the covers with hot tea last night. Perfect for recuperation. I can't wait to get a nice, hot bath.
Something funny, though-- I was reading all of the side effects caused by Cipro. Mostly the usual-- may cause headaches, nausea, dizziness... suicidal thoughts. Umm. Okay. That's kind of worrysome.
I'm happy to report, though, that I've not had the urge to kill myself. Just others. And watch out, my list is growing.
I bought a lock for my door last night. Yesterday was the absolute last straw in having my privacy invaded. My mother's take? "I don't know why you have to act this way. In fact, I find it kind of insulting."
Okay. Let's review. My computer was used without my permission. Items have been stolen from my room, to be recovered elsewhere in the house, sometimes torn or damaged. I've routinely come home to my door being wide open despite the fact that I keep it closed because we have destructive pets. Attempts to discuss this with the person invading my space have been met by denial, hostility, and insults. Attempts to discuss it with the landlord have resulted in "so get a lock." Furthermore, I'm paying rent for that space, and no one seems to understand that that makes me a tenant with rights. A door lock is therefore not insulting (especially if it was your suggestion!). It's a solution to a problem that I, the tenant, am having.
Oi. My head hurts. I'm going to fill it with meaningless meme-age.
10 random facts about me::
1. When I really care about someone, I'll store messages from them on my phone. That way, when I'm feeling really freaked out, I can call my voicemail just to hear his or her voice. It's oddly calming. I also wear clothes that don't belong to me because they make me feel closer to that person.
2. I'm incredibly accident-prone. I usually have bruises all up and down my legs from god knows what. I once almost cut off my thumb. I've bruised ribs and chipped my tailbone. Combine that with the fact that my immune system is dangerously weak, and you get a girl with a lot of doctor bills.
3. The first date I ever went on was with a boy named Chad Hassleberger. Since poor Chad, I've never once dated someone with a normal last name. Szumlanski, Wirsching, Darr... it goes on. There was even this one guy who got all huffy if you forgot the umlauts in his name.
4. I had tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner last night. I think it's quite possibly the most satisfying thing I've eaten in weeks.
5. When I was six, I got my 3 year-old little brother to stick a peanut up his nose to see if he could shoot it out like Dumbo. It got stuck. The poor babysitter had a complete and utter freak out that almost landed him in the hospital under her daughter wheedled it out with tweezers. I got so punished.
6. I have to admit, it makes me secretly happy that the middle-school best friend who devastated me is a complete low-life now with no prospects. Ha, bitch. Momentary popularity wasn't worth losing a good friend.
7. I didn't know that Mike shared a last name with a relatively known minor-league ballplayer. A few years back, I was flicking through the channels, looking for news when the headline, "Mike _____ dies in car wreck." I think I had a minor heart attack right in that moment.
8. I learn little intuitional things about people through touch. It's one of the reasons that physical communication is so big for me.
9. I own the Hackers soundtrack. And I like it.
10. My childhood nickname is "Bean Pole" because I was once so underweight that I was put on a milkshake diet to plump up. To this day, sometimes, when I'm spaced out, my mother can say "Chris" ten times with no effect, but as soon as she says "Bean," I look right up.
Notes to self::
--send out
belladonnastrap's package. CT2, Jack, Skindazzles stuff, letter.--send out
wickercabra's mix tape.--make David Gray mix for Scott.
--send out
matrixleap's revisions.Amazon sent me a refund for the Buffy seasons 5 & 6 that I'd ordered because their marketplace sellers no longer had them in stock. I used the refund to order Angel season 4, because after my week, I need Wesley with guns, stat. I also splurged at Best Buy to get Buffy season 6. I watched "Normal Again" under the covers with hot tea last night. Perfect for recuperation. I can't wait to get a nice, hot bath.