I think I passed a stress level rubicon yesterday, at some point my nerves just get so burnt out from overload I stop caring. I'm in the stop caring mode right now. Just one example, my therapy appointment is at a time when I can usualy make it on time, but since it's preceded by a conference call I run, I may not. Yesterday the call ran long, and while I was running to my car to make the 10 mile trip in 2 minutes my cell phone would not connect. I had to pull over, use my work phone after figuring out my therapists number from my cell to call and say I was late, all while screaming like a maniac. I got there late, and had a shortened session on a day I sorely needed a full session. Today, who cares, I'll be dead in 50 years and $product will be end of lifed in 20. TGIF.
Plus, we're out of beer at home, I had to have takeout Chinese with wine last night, when will the injustice end!
Yesterday afternoon I left work to get my hair cut. Of course I got two calls on the way to the appointment, flagrantly violating local laws to talk on the phone. My barber's is right across from the Y, and in one of those Rochester is far too small moments the preceding patron was a gent I used to work with. So, I got my #3 fade, then went to the Y to sign the kids up for swimming. Sadly, the Thursday night class was full, since signups started two weeks ago and I was too busy being sick to get there, which made four year get sad when I told her, and she went off on a 20 minute crying jag. But that was in the future.
Next, I decided to treat myself to two more Pirates packs, rationalizing this since my therapist said I needed to do something for myself. I bought a Barbary Coast and South China sea pack (chock full of galleys!), and ran into a strange sight at the gaming store. Most likely the person who checked me out was a slight pale skinned gothish boy with a bun and earrings in both ears, but there is a slight chance it was a woman. Whoa, will wonders never cease.
Finally I got home to the spoiled kids. Four year old had a long crying jag because I could not get her into the Thursday night class. Next, my dad, suffering from some sort of upper respiratory infection, drove in with a recent ebay win, a gray market Tamagotchi 3 he bought at nine year old's insistence. Nine year old acted the spoiled shit because it was different than her friend's Tamagotchi 3. I have no idea how she'll make amends.
We now have a busy Saturday morning, four year old swim's at 9:30, nine year old at noon. It would be even busier, but Mrs. Ha is taking a leave of absence from her job, which includes the Saturday morning dance class.
Like I said, we had take out Chinese for dinner last night. Today's lunch is leftover Chinese, including pork and chicken. As a lapsed Catholic, I am amused by this, but more amused by the Bishop's dispensation for March 17th. Sure, you have to remind yourself of Christ's suffering in Lent, but not if it will interfere with heavy drinking and eating corned beef.
I have realized I channel Robin during the day, mostly due to Microsoft. For instance, yesterday I was getting ready to send out an important email, but started getting the feeling that the Exchange server was going to puke. So, loud enough for people in the nearby cubes to hear, I shouted:
No, no don't go down on me
I imagine that's rarely heard. Of course, when I click the wrong thing in Outload and my mailbox decides to resort itself based on date or something, you hear me say
Stop stop stop
My jaw seems a tad worse, the mooshu and spring rolls were a bit much for me. I blame stress level red.
My internist and podiatrist are discussing if I have rheumatoid arthritis, or overlap syndrome due to ankylosing spondylitis. I'm still being treated symptomatically.
My cough is there, but lessening.
So yeah, it's Lent. In the past I was encouraged to give something dear up, but I haven't in years, though it does make a good conversation starter. Right now it's mostly traditions to me, fish fries (I think I'll get fish, taters and beer on the way home), and spring is approaching. Maybe I'll just give up trolling. What are you giving up?
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