not so good. not so good at all.
|i know i have talked before about being super super tired. lately, no matter what time i go to sleep, i can't drag myself out of bed until 1:30/2pm, sometimes even later. and i don't mean don't get up. i mean can't. like when you have the flu so badly that you can barely feed yourself. so that has been me lately, although, once i get up, get a double coffe and make myself eat some cereal, i feel okay. i get work done. just at a different time than everyone else. last night i had a bad headache and after signing up for vonage (which is such a great deal i cannot believe it, so my faraway friends can talk to me for FREE!! even europe and canada. crazy. oh, if you refer people and they get it, you get 2 months free, so let me know if you are going to sign up. end pitch.) anyway, i went to sleep early. got up at 2p. woke up at noon and it took me two hours to actually get up. so then, i get up and shower and get so tired again that i can't do anything. but as an added bonus, i get the heebie jeebies, skin crawling combo with it. so, today, i did nothing. totally nothing. |
what else? i have a big boutique order of knitted things (mostly made from handspun) and the owner said (after ordering a certain number of each thing) was it okay to not keep the things she didn't like as much. seriously. so don't order it, then. i spent time and yarn on all of those things that people asked about. it really offended me. the stuff is all really gorgeous (you guys have seen lots of it, most of it.) end bitching.
so nothing to report, other than a bit of sad news. lisa solomon's sweet tabby named moe was very sick and passed away. she has these sweet photos of her little tabby feet and sweet snoot and it made me so sad. it is so hard to lose a pet. you expect to see them everytime you come home, you wonder where they are and then realize that they are gone forever. our black cat egon had to be put to sleep years ago now because he had a huge tumor on his lung and was very sick, and i am tearing up thinking about it. he was such a sweet boy. showed up at our house as a kitten and never left, just like he had come home.
now i have bummed everyone out. great. sorry about that. anyway, clearly, my brain is a bit scrambled due to the migraine yesterday, and my hormones are raging, so everything smells bad to me. i can smell myself, for example. which just rocks. and jake's aftershave smells like bug spray tonight. and i have no appetite, at all. to-morrow i will be back to my usual self. i will skein the 9 jumbo bobbins full of mayhem and tag them, and work on my invoices, and get things done for handmade arcade next month, which is approaching soon.
my legs are all crampy and my nose won't stop running and my eyes are all watery. sniff. sniff sniff.
sorry to be a downer. just keeping it real. ha!
oh, i have been watching brotherhood on showtime...man, it makes oz look like a soap opera. hardcore. jesus.
only happiness to-morrow.