Playing catch-up
May. 29th, 2003 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeRainy weekend, but we did acquire new deck furniture (and a massive amount of random crap at The Container Store, my new favorite place--which is NOT SAD, as you would know if you'd ever been there), and it didn't actually rain the day of the deck party--just cold and grey, but it could've been worse. A merry time was had by all, except that I think I scared away a gentler soul by drinking pickle juice. Sigh. We also grilled Johan's circus peanuts in the name of Science!, after which the most heard comment was "Just think of what that's doing in your stomach..." Finished the day by watching a most bizarre Japanese movie (but I repeat myself) called Battle Royale, wherein it is discovered that the Japanese govt. has passed a secret law to improve the youth of today by randomly selecting a 9th grade class every year, drugging them, dumping them on an island, and giving them three days to kill each other off; the last man standing gets to go home. Wackiness predictably ensues. It was an oddly compelling watch, but would definitely make an excellent drinking game, or MST3K candidate, or both.
Monday: lazing, Robot Wars, Warbirds. Tuesday: at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweh's, catsuits, chains, Manor House, Robot Wars. Yesterday: cursed. (Actually, I've been semi-cursed all week, but yesterday was the worst.) Couldn't go to class because Eli was out sick and since tactisle has been running late, *poke prod sulk*, that would've left Joe by his lonesome for over an hour; my love affair with the salad place came to a crashing end; the other salad place sucks ass; tired and back-achey and knee-achey and my ear still is randomly conking out; etc.
In general, I have not been in form the last week or so. I'm sleeping very lightly, it seems, so I wake up a lot during the night. I've been short-tempered and irritable, and brooding a lot on things which are quite beyond my control. Most of the things I ordinarily take delight in have instead seemed tiresome or more effort than they're worth. And, I have been slacking somewhat on my responsibilities. I suppose the first item could be causing the rest, or I could be having God's own progesterone surge; Steve thinks it's the oppressive weather that's been constant the last while, or that I've not been taking my vitamins as regularly as I ought (which is certainly true, but it's a little soon for scurvy depression to set in, surely?). Or--most likely--a combination of the above. Time will take care of the progesterone and the weather (it's lovely out today), and I can be better with the vitamins, but if the stress is making you not sleep, you can't get more sleep to take care of the stress, duh.
In bleaker moments, I occasionally fear that this is nothing more than a bid for attention brought to you by my psyche. Which makes me _more_ annoyed, and desirous to bitch-slap my inner self. That's my big question for the day: how do you tell what's an actual problem and what's just emotional laziness?
If my issues are the latter, it seems to be working. Steve commented yesterday that "it's never a good sign to come home and find your wife listening to Joy Division". (Though he had noticed my out-of-sortness the last several days, anyways. Good pooky! Unfortunately I had no answers for him.)
Might could be I need a vacation. Well, we're working on that.
Monday: lazing, Robot Wars, Warbirds. Tuesday: at
sweh's, catsuits, chains, Manor House, Robot Wars. Yesterday: cursed. (Actually, I've been semi-cursed all week, but yesterday was the worst.) Couldn't go to class because Eli was out sick and since tactisle has been running late, *poke prod sulk*, that would've left Joe by his lonesome for over an hour; my love affair with the salad place came to a crashing end; the other salad place sucks ass; tired and back-achey and knee-achey and my ear still is randomly conking out; etc.In general, I have not been in form the last week or so. I'm sleeping very lightly, it seems, so I wake up a lot during the night. I've been short-tempered and irritable, and brooding a lot on things which are quite beyond my control. Most of the things I ordinarily take delight in have instead seemed tiresome or more effort than they're worth. And, I have been slacking somewhat on my responsibilities. I suppose the first item could be causing the rest, or I could be having God's own progesterone surge; Steve thinks it's the oppressive weather that's been constant the last while, or that I've not been taking my vitamins as regularly as I ought (which is certainly true, but it's a little soon for scurvy depression to set in, surely?). Or--most likely--a combination of the above. Time will take care of the progesterone and the weather (it's lovely out today), and I can be better with the vitamins, but if the stress is making you not sleep, you can't get more sleep to take care of the stress, duh.
In bleaker moments, I occasionally fear that this is nothing more than a bid for attention brought to you by my psyche. Which makes me _more_ annoyed, and desirous to bitch-slap my inner self. That's my big question for the day: how do you tell what's an actual problem and what's just emotional laziness?
If my issues are the latter, it seems to be working. Steve commented yesterday that "it's never a good sign to come home and find your wife listening to Joy Division". (Though he had noticed my out-of-sortness the last several days, anyways. Good pooky! Unfortunately I had no answers for him.)
Might could be I need a vacation. Well, we're working on that.
