Moderate amounts

wow. Had a really rough 2 weeks.
Settling in to my new apartment has just started even though I moved in almost 2 weekends ago. This past week was exhausting. My work had a conference in downtown Seattle and I celebrated by eating too much of some delicious but strong and unrefrigerated-for-a-questionable-amount-of-time goodies from the kim chee bar. The next day I staggered into work where I decided I was too sick to stay and then crawled (drove) over to T's where he took care of me and my 101+ fever by dousing me with nyquil and providing me with water upon request. Thanks goodness for him because sitting up to even drink the water was something I had to pep talk myself into.
Then the unthinkable happened - I didn't want to eat anything other than chicken soup for the next 2 days. But tomorrow I'll eat sushi. ;)

After that initial fever day, I went into work late, deciding it was the food and not the super-contagious virus I thought it was, played some music to motivate the room of square white folks, spoke the worst spanish ever por telefono (I forgot how to say "me llamo"!) and scheduled myself for a 1 hour massage next week. yay!

Now, a day and a half into my 4 and 1/2 day weekend, I have new flatware, a clean kitchen, my books in a bookcase, and my shoes in a shoe-case.

Time for more vegging!

whoops

I didn't realize my link needed a password. This is from the King 5 website. Click to enlarge:

The economy must be bad...or maybe our collective conscience

What monster would order the deportation of a 18 year old who's been in the US all his life and throw his hard-working, honest mother in jail?

Thanks, homeland security, for these daily breaches in justice.

Functioning within normal parameters - for a day

Stayed in my new apartment last night. Woke up at 8 and was still late for work. I have great water pressure.
Lost my sheets and found them in the oven.
Baked cookies and made french toast.
In-town travelling for work conference starts tomorrow. hooray.

me no crazy though, just in case that self-defense killing scared you all - I eventually got the grog off from that tylenol PM and was quite lucid after lunch. Food = life.

Actually Going Crazy

Certain things let you know when you're starting to go crazy. Nightmares, for one-especially when involving work, self-defense killing, and your dead grandmother-bot malfunctioning.
Last night was the worst. I took a sleeping aid so that I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep. Instead I woke up kicking, hot, sweaty and delirious from what can only be described as being stuck in a robot's feedback loop. I was dreaming of work.

"Don't forget to apply the late fee, and the lunch fee. Did you pay by credit card or check? We already received your registration, but let me look in the database again to make sure your invoice was correct. It looks like you paid, but you may have forgotten to apply the late fee, and the lunch fee."

Then I had another dream where some scary man was trying to kill me and some friends with a really sharp razor. He made me put it in my hand so that while he was cutting up my friends I would watch and theoretically cut myself because I'd clench my fist. I managed to attack him and tried to cut his throat and he fell down. Then it looked like he was down for the count, so I yelled for folks to call an ambulance. We were going to help him, but I could tell that he was faking and was going to attack us again, so I called my friends to hold him down because I was going to be forced to finish the job. When my friends got there to hold him down he threw them against the wall, but I managed to finally make a cut. It was really disturbing and had to be deliberate so it was in slow motion.

The last part of my dream was that I saw my Grandma. She looked really pretty and maybe in her 80's and had bright lipstick on like that last time she visited me in my dreams. I was happy to see her so I touched her hand, but then she opened her mouth to speak to me and out came some freaky noise that sounded like static or rowdy background music and a man's voice. I thought, "Oh no! She must be a grandma-bot and now she's malfunctioning," but then I woke up. Turns out it was the alarm clock radio.

Now I'm at work - contemplating how it will go when I ask my new apartment managers for 4 days' refund of rent because they didn't clean the carpets and being overwhelmed by requests from coworkers, a broken copy machine, and the leftover grog from the Tylenol PM. I'm definitely not going to complicate this with caffeine, but I hope I wake up soon.

Not sure if I can top that one...ever

...so I'll explain the reason the "happy birthday" image file was called heather-thomas.jpg.

When I was little, people at the airport called me "young man" and when I answered the door at the house they'd asked me, "Are your parents home, son?"
I didn't understand their gender confusion, but I do admit, I think I looked an awful lot like this young male actor from the movie Smoke Signals:

What do you think? Long lost twin? Or am I nuts?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUYANG!

10 Ways to Make Yourself Happy on a Bad Day

Who else besies cartoon cats and backwood country folk eats sardines straight from the can?!
Oh right, me:

That's right. I ate them all. Not only did I eat them all, I washed it down with Mexican hot chocolate. I don't care. You can't judge me.