not fair

Apr. 3rd, 2008 08:14 am
sabine: (Computer frustration)
Insomnia + cramps that Advil doesn't help = Sabine calling in sick

Ugh.
sabine: (Bitchcakes)
After going to bed last night, I spent a long time* trying to consciously relax the muscles in my face, neck, and shoulders. I had a killer headache that I thought was primarily a muscle tension problem. I flipped and flopped around, tried to get comfortable, whimpered until Downwood rubbed Tiger Balm** into my neck, and made an offhand comment to the effect of "If my drugs don't kick in soon and let me sleep, tomorrow's going to be really rough."

Shortly thereafter, my drugs did their job and knocked me out cold.*** I proceeded to have my usual set of weird dreams and good rest.

The moment Downwood's alarm went off, however, my final thoughts of the evening before were brought screaming back into my brain. The headache did not go away overnight. No, it was just as strong this morning as it was when I fell asleep.

While Downwood got ready for work, I snoozed on the bed with the dog. My morning dreams are always more lucid than my night dreams and are significantly weirder. This morning's dream was all about a headache that was preventing me from doing any work and was making it difficult to avoid spiders in my cereal in a sort of Gunnerkrigg Court-ish boarding school setting. It was with much displeasure when I got out of bed, still in pain, to walk the dog.

So now I'm getting ready to go do Anything That Doesn't Require a Computer. I'm taking a sick day to hopefully knock this thing out with Advil, tea, and no monitor usage. I told my team lead that I would check my email and stay caught up with work stuff, but I need to not hurt.




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* - It probably wasn't very long, but it felt like the minutes were stretching into hours. Kind of like organic chem lecture.
** - Tiger Balm is beautiful stuff. Just don't put some on your spouse and then itch your eyes. Learn from Downwood's mistakes.
*** - Seriously. I hate being dependent on them, but I've been on them for so long that I can't fall asleep without them and I automatically fall asleep about 90 minutes after I take them. It's both good and bad, but since it lets me function in the Real World, I don't mind too much.
sabine: (Books)
What the hell?

I take the online quiz thingies and mostly just blow them off. I don't let them take up brain real estate and usually prefer to just mention to Downwood what I got and leave it at that.

This one has somewhat messed with my psyche. It took my tired mood and twisted it into something fairly mentally uncomfortable. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly depressed and the uncertainty of the why behind the emotion is very bothersome to the training they beat into me in therapy.

Blah. Maybe writing it down will get it out of my head enough to sleep.

quarterly posting of meme results. Tune in Friday for Bit of Poetry Day )
sabine: (Stitch head->Wall)
Bad thoughts
  1. Forgetting how to separate home from work stress.
  2. Having a week's worth of work to get done in two days.
  3. A crick in my neck causing lots and lots of shoulder pain and headache.
  4. Seeing only two remaining Advil in the bottle and one Tums.
  5. Bright sun + headache = ow
  6. Having to rush around after work to get to everywhere on time.
  7. Not doing so well on the "losing weight/regain fitness goal".
  8. Worrying about money and vacation and health and all that.
  9. Yeah, well, you suck and noone likes you or will ever love you and...
Good thoughts
  1. Having a Q-tip on my monitor and it's not your fault.
  2. Taking the first couple days of the week for a class that will not only earn me a bonus, but will help me troubleshoot my customers better.
  3. My chiropractor is on my way to work and I have a bottle of Advil.
  4. Walgreens is on my way to work.
  5. I have a window that gets sun, which is really helping me avoid SAD this year.  Yay!
  6. I get to pet my dog, then have another belly dance lesson, then go to Kate's Lea Sophia party where there will be a dark chocolate fountain.
  7. Oh, shut up.  I've been going to the gym fairly regularly and practicing the posture and isometrics for dance.  And it's Half-Price Chocolate Day.  Deal.
  8. Yeah, well, at least you have these things to worry about them.  And it's been 7 years since you bought yourself a computer - you're allowed a nice one.  Also, that yarn you just got? Go make something pretty and indulge the can't-sit-still-must-craft part of your personality. 
  9. Ok, I've had enough.  *grabs dumbass Bad thoughts voice*  *punts voice out of psyche*  Now, can we maybe try to make some headway in why the program has decided that it's just not cool to work?  If you'd like to maybe do a crossword puzzle first, I'm okay with that, but let's regain some focus - you can deal with the rest of the crap later. *dusts off hands*  Well, let's do this thing.
sabine: (Stitch head->Wall)
I've got dwarves trying to carve out my eyeballs. From the inside. The precious Advil liqui-gels haven't kicked in yet and the dwarves are steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the calming, soothing presence of the Tazo tea.

Actually, having just written and erased five false starts on a second paragraph, I think I'm finally slipping into a painkiller-induced Tazombie state. It still hurts, but I can't put together a coherent sentence to describe it. My snark sensors? Are completely offline.

I mean, usually I could come up with a good five or six hundred words to attempt to amuse in my pain-striken state. Tonight, however, it's just not happening. This frustration is difficult to convey without resorting to crude sexual references,which I'm pretty sure that (a) you don't want to know, and (b) in the morning, I'll be embarrassed for having written.

And if I wasn't hitting the Backspace key every third character - usually multiple times - this whole post would look like I was extremely drunk. But when I'm drunk, I'm silly, snarky, and entertaining. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow will be better.

But there better be no dwarves tomorrow. Dwarves are bad. No dwarves. No ducks, neither.
sabine: (Hamlet)
My day at work? Not so pleasant. I spent most of the ten hours at my desk (with an hour or so spent in oh-so-exciting meetings) and most of those banging my head against some code that Absolutely Must Be Tested Before I Leave Tomorrow. Downwood got to field several frantic emails regarding "Tell me how to make Excel do what I want it to do, please" and "I'm-a kill someone. I don't much care who, but it's gotta be done."

He promised to figure out dinner. He's so thoughtful...and has a very strong sense of self-preservation.

So I got to come home to a very excited doggy. We stretched our legs for a bit and came back to ready dinner. (In a side note, does anyone else have a dog that likes buffalo chicken? I thought she just wanted the ranch dressing, but then she was taking bits of the seasoned breading. Weird pooch.)

I did some laundry and cursed the BPAL order that I put in this morning when I found another scent among my many imps that's utterly fantastic (and two that I don't so much care for, which is a bit above the usual 1:3 ratio of love:m'eh).

It was when I was folding the last load of clothes that I remembered something that makes me very happy. It's utter bliss to be cold, pull a clean pair of flannel PJs out of a basket, and have warm snuggliness totally envelope me. Mrrr. As soon as Downwood gets back, I get to have some glom time and some good sleepings before getting up to do this all again tomorrow. Here's hoping tomorrow ends as well as today.

mmm

Jan. 14th, 2006 10:28 pm
sabine: (Humbug Penguin)
Godiva hot chocolate heavily laced with thin mint liqueur is a good way to calm down after cleaning up the poop and shredded blanket from your claustrophobic dog.

And the Mudflaps Man Was Not Meant To Ogle make a great addition to the Satanic Pushcart.

That is all.

m'eh

Jan. 13th, 2006 10:58 pm
sabine: (Stark)
Current levels.

Vaporous Worry - 2
Solidified Concern - 1
Mental Tired - 4
Doggy Contentment - 7
Kitty Paranoia - 2
Fight/Flight Reality - 5.7
Loved - 35733.4

bleah

Dec. 28th, 2005 10:47 am
sabine: (Stitch head->Wall)
I'm officially tired of reality for today. Anyone got a good fantasy I can borrow that won't get me fired?
sabine: (Stitch head->Wall)
A summary of the past year, based on the first lines of the first entry for each month.

~~~
I made it to 2005. Once again, I am procrastinating.

The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side. Before I go to lab meeting today (blech! ick! donwannago!), I have two bits of information to convey.

I must remember to properly thank [livejournal.com profile] galieth for this addictive little game. Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] exlibris11235!!!

Today is the 22nd anniversary of R. Buckminster Fuller's death and the 34th anniversary of Sir Lawrence Bragg's death. The news usually depresses me: people doing bad things to other people, nature doing her evil goddess schtick, and general nastiness making me wish I'd taken CNN.com out of my Daily Sites to Check.

Have less stuff.

Godiva cranberry truffles are fantastic mood adjusters. Me = teh sick.

As a confirmed Cool Whip junkie, I approached the French Vanilla Cool Whip with much glee.
~~~

Well, it makes a certain amount of sense. Sort of.

mmm

Dec. 9th, 2005 09:22 pm
sabine: (Kestrel coffee)
The work day was annoying. I don't understand one of the major concepts that we were supposed to be demonstrating mastery of today.* I also got shorted three hours of practice time because of a meeting. This meeting did not take the 1.5 hours that had been budgeted. No, it took 2.75. Grr.

After a quick dinner, Downwood and I went out to hunt down cookie ingredients, containers for the mailing of cookies, some replacement underwear for those eaten by the washing machine**, and the gaming store for reward for not killing anyone at Wal-Mart.

Now, we're washing every piece of bedding from our room as it appears that one of the cats got locked in there all day. Stinky. Very stinky. Anyone want a cat, slightly used? Take one, I'll throw in the other for free. Please?***

But really, everything is all right. I'm wearing flannel pants, pretty music from Pandora is playing, a cup of Candy Cane Lane is just about cool enough to drink, and I have a small box of Krispy Kremes - my other reward for not killing anyone at Wal-Mart. Life is good.

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* - Classes and collections in VB. I think I have the creating part correct, but I'm not sure how to get my data back out of it or make it do what I want it to. I need to bash my head against it for a few hours and it will make sense.

** - I had a catastrophic failure of underwear safety protocol. I'd never had an underwire snap in half before. Sure, I'd had them come out the ends and jab painfully in my side, but never snap. A second one managed to get wrapped around a gajillion things and didn't recover. [livejournal.com profile] jrug refuses to give me back my lingerie bag. My annoyance? It is high.

*** - No, sweetheart, I'm not actually going to give your cats away. I know you love them. I just liked them a lot better when I didn't have to actually live with them.

grarhgh

Dec. 2nd, 2005 10:01 pm
sabine: (Waffle)
I hereby issue a general apology for my grouchiness and flakiness over the last few days. I'm hoping that a night with enough sleep and meeting doggies tomorrow will go a long way toward clearing it up, while the tea knocks out whatever invader is trying to conquer my immune system.

Bleah.


PLN

Doggies tomorrow afternoon. Cards tomorrow night. Gaming Sunday. Cookies in there somewhere. Not worrying about work too much. More tea. Grammar, too, if I can find it.

ugh

Nov. 1st, 2005 11:56 am
sabine: (Default)
Me = teh sick

I swear, if October starts tainting November with the Evil of the Month In Which No Good Shall Come, I'm going to be a bit upset.

Going back to bed now. Dr. app't at 3 to hopefully figure out what the hell is going on. Bleah.

owowow

Oct. 10th, 2005 08:58 am
sabine: (LJ Drama)
I've had this headache for 16 hours. Nothing's working.

Does anyone have an up-to-date trepanning license?
sabine: (Two Lumps Rar)
Car place: Thank you for choosing ______, how may I help you?
Me: My muffler is currently sitting in my trunk.
Car place: Well, that's a bad place for it.
Me: Can I bring it in to be fixed tomorrow or the next day?
Car place: Sure, *gives times*
Me: *happy dance*

bookage

Jul. 18th, 2005 09:59 pm
sabine: (Books)
Boss is frustrating. I'm not a fan of training my successor, especially when I'm trying to wrap up rather than extend the project. I'm really not a fan of being told that I'm going to give a seminar. What he meant was "lab meeting", but the few moments of panic over a department-wide presentation of mediocre data were traumatic.

I must go buy more white thread. And some purple, too. Hm.

I've got a "skills assessment test" tomorrow morning. I'm pretty sure that I'll do fine, as standardized tests are my bitch. Seriously, if I know what to expect, I will rock its socks off. Or something like that. The only problem is that I'm not entirely sure what will be on this test-thing. Hm. No worries: I'll be fine.

Recently finished books!

HP&tHBP - JK Rowling
Um, yeah. I don't like what Rowling did with some of the characters and her foreshadowing for book 7 is subtle like eyeshadow on a 7th grade cheerleader.

The Skystone - Jack Whyte
This was a pretty good book. It's from the "historical fiction" genre, which the author helpfully defines in the introduction. This is the first book in a series that purports to give some sort of "logical" explanation of the Arthur and Excalibur myths by pulling the remnants of Roman order and swords forged from asteroids into a plot. I liked it, but I don't know if I'm going to invest the time in reading the rest of the series - it's not high on my list of priorities.

Discworld books - Terry Pratchett
The Truth
Let's give Ankh-Morpork a newspaper. Hijinks ensue. Seriously, this is one of the better Discworld books that I've read. I highly recommend this book.

Men at Arms
The second book of the City Watch. Yay for Carrot and Vimes and Ventari restoring order to the city. Or just helping the city keep going - sometimes that's all that really matters.

Wee Free Men
Ok, so I actually re-read this one. I got to start on Hat Full of Sky this morning. These are ostensibly children's books. Phooey. They're just as well written as his "adult" books. You've gotta love the Nac Mac Feegle. In the words of Pratchett, they're "like tiny little Scottish Smurfs who have seen Braveheart altogether too many times. They speak a mixture of Gaelic, Old Scots, Glaswegian, and gibberish. And they're extremely brave, and extremely strong, and there's hundreds and hundreds of them, and they are just automatically funny." Tiffany Aching is a hell of a heroine; I could have really used these books when I was growing up, and I'm very glad that I have them now. Read. These. Books.

*mutter*

Jul. 7th, 2005 04:28 pm
sabine: (Fuck)
I should've just stayed in bed this morning. It's just been one of those days. Things are potentially looking up, but I'm going to stay in a slightly pessimistic mood to ensure that more icky emotional shit doesn't happen. Or something like that.

~~~~~

Today was the birthday of Camillo Golgi, the scientist for whom the Golgi bodies (or Golgi apparatus) are named. It also happens to be the anniversary of the death of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Other anniversaries of note include: 1550, Europe introduced the first chocolate; 1891, a patent was granted for the travelers cheque; and in 1936, several U.S. patents were issued for the Phillips-head screw and screwdriver to its inventor, Henry F. Phillips.

~~~~~

Yesterday's lunch had strawberry yogurt and a carton of fresh blueberries. Today's lunch had blueberry yogurt and some fresh strawberries. I'm considering getting sushi for lunch tomorrow to totally throw this system into chaos.

~~~~~

My sword should be delivered to me tomorrow. At work. Fortunately, Boss won't be here, so there's no chance of me threatening him, thus effectively burning a bridge that I'm still standing on.
sabine: (Fuck)
Today is the 22nd anniversary of R. Buckminster Fuller's death and the 34th anniversary of Sir Lawrence Bragg's death. A moment of silence, please.

*moment*

Boss has shown more of an interest in my work over the last week than in the previous six months. Normally, this would not be an occasion for me to go on the warpath. He is still, however, in a mental place that encourages total amnesia for every part of his grad students' projects. Yesterday, he came in to talk about how things were going three times. Each time, I had to start over at the beginning and explain every. single. detail. again. I know that I shouldn't burn bridges when I'm still standing on them, but fer chrissakes, I'm getting sick of this.

I also want to throw the 'puter out the window. I'm not sure why it's so difficult to take a stack of image files and make them into a movie, but it's giving me fits. Quicktime Pro won't load when I'm connected to the network and my shared drive (where the files are stored), the files have mysteriously turned black and white even though I made sure to save them as a color overlap (red+green=yellow), and the tower is making noises like it wants to eat the CD. Again. I'm starting to think that the whole idea of making time-lapse videos was a mistake.

I managed to totally piss off, offend, and emotionally distress a friend last night. I know I'm not the most socially adept person on the planet, and I get less able to effectively deal with people when my mental reserves are running on fumes. It didn't really help matters any that she's very extroverted, loud, and loves being the center of attention. I figure I'll apologize as soon as I feel I can do so, mean it, and extricate myself from the ensuing conversation without causing a repeat performance. I knew it was a lost cause last night when she flounced out of the room and my only thought was, "'bout time. *sigh of relief*" I know I need to remember how to tell people that, no, really, I require some alone time if you want to see me at all.

I read about Justice O'Connor's retirement from the Supreme Court this morning. This fills me with no small amount of unspecific dread. I didn't want Dubya to be able to install any of his cronies in the committee that broadly interprets the legality of laws. I can't see anything good coming from this, so I'm restarting my quest to look for a villa on Mars.

Today is the 147th birthday of the publishing of the Darwin-Wallace theory of evolution. Yay! I'd like to take the next few moments to do the Happy Chair Dance of Society-Altering Science.

*happy dance*

I managed to finally finish reading Cicero: The Life and Times of Rome's Greatest Politician Wednesday night before the concert. I liked the book, because it's Roman history; I'm not sure that I agree with the author's claim of Cicero's importance and power. It was a very different view of the man than I'd ever been taught. Of course, I wouldn't be on Nerdtown's city council if the following exchange hadn't been so easy...

[livejournal.com profile] jrug: So, Bush could be prosecuted and impeached because of *these reasons*.
[livejournal.com profile] exlibris11235: But, that's leaving out that *other facts*
Me: But, we wouldn't be able to prosecute Bush for another couple of years, since he'll still have immunity as a proconsul. What province would he be getting, anyway?
[livejournal.com profile] jrug: *blinks*
[livejournal.com profile] exlibris11235: Syria
Me: Yes, that makes sense.

Yes, typing for the last while has made me feel better. I'm going to be leaving work in 15 minutes to drive to Chicago to spend the holiday with [livejournal.com profile] downwood and visit with [livejournal.com profile] bexdragon, too. I also am about halfway though Guards! Guards!. I read the following section on the bus this morning and just had to share it. *grin*
"A book has been taken. A book has been taken? You summoned the Watch," Carrot drew himself up proudly, "because someone's taken a book? You think that's worse than murder?"
The Librarian gave him the kind of look other people would reserve for people who said things like "What's so bad about genocide?"
sabine: (Crazy)
Tonight, our illustrious leader is planning to regale us with his "clear strategy" for Iraq. I'm guessing that the term "clear strategy" actually has nothing to do with either of those words.

I'm currently debating whether or not I should view this attempt at glib and convincing rhetoric. On the one hand, I've been getting my political immune system into gear by reading a biography of Cicero that is subtitled "The life and times of Rome's greatest politician". Right, like I believe that for three seconds. On the other hand, I have a lot of fabric that I'd like to get cut out, and I don't trust myself with scissors if there's been any booze in my general direction.

Therefore, I have a poll. Enjoy.


[Poll #522261]

ugh

Jul. 25th, 2004 10:24 am
sabine: (Jen)
Sleep deprivation always puts me in the weirdest mood. While this isn't true sleep deprivation, I'm still getting some of the odd emotional fallout from it. My brain has decided that I'm no longer allowed to sleep past 9 am. Normally, this is fine. When I lay down to sleep sometime between 1:45 and 2, it's a bit annoying. Times like this morning, I try to just stay numb. I've lost most of the rational controls on the wheel'o'feelings, and I don't really want to put those around me through that gauntlet.

Maybe I don't have to be numb. Maybe being weird will work the same. If I indulge my weirdness, then I don't have to worry too much about the serious. It's worth a shot.

Hm, my feet are cold. This wouldn't be surprising if it weren't July. Mother Nature has seen fit to grant us nice, cool, pleasant weather in the middle of what would normally be hot, muggy, icky summer. My feet are cold and there's Boy sleeping in the room right over there....I bet he's warm....

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