Yep. We did, at the house. He rarely eats lunch, so even if it's at the house, I take him up on the offer.
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Yep. We did, at the house. He rarely eats lunch, so even if it's at the house, I take him up on the offer.
Ah, ok. Makes sense now.
Today's [URL="http://cheapasschick.blogspot.com/2012/10/comfortable-is-four-letter-word.html"]Blawg post[/URL], mostly about "fuck the trends if you don't like them."
Last night's dinner was more curry, with half a naan and part of a loaf of homemade ciabatta bread. My body rapidly let me know that was an unwelcome poison with inflammation. It finally got so bad that I hit an Aleve and a muscle relaxer before passing out on the couch with the heating pad. I'm going to keep that memory in the top mental file for whenever I think "just a slice won't hurt." Gods, I sound like a drug addict.
So, with the muscle relaxer, I slept like the dead, so much so I forgot to plug my phone in and missed my alarm. Woke up 40 min late and still got to work on time (barely.) Was woken up when the shithead dog next door started barking out of boredom. I swear to god, that thing's a candidate for doggy daycare. They refuse to discipline or train it at all, and just leave it in the barren backyard with no toys all day while they're at work. No wonder it barks incessantly through the gate. I still hate the fucking thing, though. I've thought more than once about it "accidentally" getting trick or treat chocolate on Halloween.
Work is still really fucking slow and boring. I brought my story to work to work on. It'll just look like a report or something. I may also start pulling together my SERs to be able to apply for the spring P&P exam.
I got new bootses yesterday. Black suede Minnetonka ankle high, with fringe at the ankle. I love them. I need to see how I can plane down the sole or get rid of the heel. 0.2" sole with a 1/2" heel. Not bad, for a flat boot, but these are so damn comfortable, I want to make them more minimalist.
Still on for lunch?
Yep. Still on for the aforementioned place?
I don't know how it does it, but the muscle relaxer actually acts as an anti anxiety and antidepressant for me as well. I'm back to an even keel (well, as even as I'll get in this job situation.) I'd like to take them more often for those properties, but three things hold me back on it: they act as knockout pills for me, I only have half a bottle left and I try to save them for when I'm REALLY in pain, and I'm afraid I might get addicted to them. I wonder how it has that effect on my mood, though. Am I actually in constant pain but subconsciously ignore it, thus making me bitchy?
What about cutting the muscle relaxer in half? Would that do anything for you?
It still works, but I'm still dopey, it doesn't kill the pain quite as well, and I'm still afraid of getting addicted to it.
Makes sense. We need to find some kind of happy medium for the both of us.