May contain triggering material *suicide references*
Everyone turned out okay with the guest list drama. It was really only drama to me, I guess. My dad called last night and opened with a joke about inviting 37 of his former classmates and then so, "No, really, it's your party. Invite who you want!"
That was powerful, E. Thanks. Not really related: we swung by an Arrest Development party with friends on Sunday night (and learned that we don't care too much for the show). I forget how it came up, but a friend made a "dyke" joke, essentially. I was so surprised, I had to have them explain it a little. "You look butch." I just thought, "No...I don't...?" Short hair does not equal butch. Hulky and I make jokes about being gay & lesbian eye-candy (both having been the target of same-gender flirtations), but this was different. I'm not mad that a friend would make a joke about me being a lesbian. I'm not, but it's not insulting to me if someone thought I was. I'm mad that he thought it [I]would[/I] be insulting. Apparently now I'm making semi passive-aggressive posts about it on Facebook. Oh well.
It's a good thing I got this raise now. I think I'll get the catch-up pay with my next paycheck [[fingers crossed]]. Hulky stayed home again today. I had to take him out to get cold medicine last night, poor guy. [I]think[/I] he can make rent on Saturday. At least I have some savings now. I would hate to have to fall back on them, but the fact that they are there at all is incredibly relieving. Dude needs to stop getting sick!
Saturday is my 9 year alive-a-versary. I don't know what else to call it. It's 9 years since I overdosed on Tylenol PM in a suicide attempt. I didn't recognize it as a suicide attempt for many years, probably not until a few years ago. I want to do something nice for myself this weekend. I've been a bit mushy emotionally lately. Dramatic moments on TV shows make me tear up. It's definitely a hormonal thing because it started when I first tried Vitex. I guess my progesterone levels are better. Perhaps I'll buy us some steaks and asparagus.
Holy Whatever, my legs HURT today. They nearly cramped up last night while I was driving when we went to CVS. I took some Ibuprofen this morning. 6.7 mile walk followed the next day by cycling commute was apparently not wise. Okay, I am probably not eating enough, on top of that. I think I'll go get a crappy breakfast at the cafe downstairs because I'm ravenous right now.
I got more meat last night, including cube steak, which I've never cooked with. My cast iron pans are being stupid again so I hope I can make something decent with this. Tonight, I need to pick up more fruit. I want to try a new type of apples. I like ones that are not absurdly sweet. Suggestions? I like Braeburn, McIntosh, and Gala.