verbicide | omfgsotiredmaydie

Details about the bike ride, and Amy's wedding still to come.

I am so fucking tired right now. I just got home. Groceries are still in the hall. I feel like a five-year old on the verge of a tantrum.

I have to deal with the fact that I am very, very old and no longer able to treat my body like shit and give it 4 hours of sleep before a busy work day. Especially after hard-core training and limited sleep over the weekend.

pinkminx got in fine last night. She is glorious. She is sublime. I love her! She is not allowed to go home. It's amazing how meeting years-old friends from the net can be so perfect. There was no period of adjustment. It's the reward you get for being yourself online, and finding people who are similarly inclined.

We had a lovely evening. But after they left for Sarah's place, I stayed up late to finish some work that I should have done over the weekend, except I swear to god there was no time. Triathlon training and sleep pretty much ruled the weekend.

Everything aches. And so I got to work, and about an hour into finishing a project, I had a stabbing pain in my head. I thought I was going to throw up. I almost wish I had, because as previously mentioned, sometimes that solves the problem. But as this was not food-poisoning related, but headache related, I guess it wouldn't have mattered. I felt dizzy and hot and it sucked. So I ate a Luna bar (because Stace has lectured me on ibuprofening an empty stomach) and sucked down some advil and caffeine in the hopes that one of them would do the trick. It helped. And for lunch I kept Jeff company and then we got some fresh air.

I felt better. The stabbing pain went away and I didn't need to throw up. But I felt weak and wasted all day.

But I need food now, and I wanted soup. So off to the grocery store. And I hate when I walk in to buy a can of soup and talk myself into doing the big grocery trip because the house is entirely devoid of food and I'd rather just do it now than come back later. So I shuffled around the store, wanting to whine to my mommy (which I rarely do because they live far enough away that they get agitated when they can't do anything to help.)

On a positive note, I remembered to buy Jeff these cheddar soy crisps and laughing cow cheese that he loves and never remembers to buy for himself. And omfg he is so cute about it. SO CUTE. *roars*

So I shouldn't sit here, letting my sorbet thaw. I should go unpack the groceries and feed Monsieur Whiny Pants. (Hobbsie, not me!!) I've already got into my pajamas and will recline joyfully on my couch with the grateful knowledge that I don't have to move again until tomorrow morning.

I did skip Amanda's class, and I'm annoyed. But I've tried to get to a place where I don't stubbornly do things that will make me violently ill.

Okay, I need to go eat something before I pass out. I was rebellious and bought my favorite potato bread and chicken noodle soup. Yummy.

Goddammit I really wish I could watch Sliding Doors, but I lent it to Judy and never remember to ask for it back. Of course I still have their Princess Bride, so I need to pony that up, too.

See how I'm still talking when I should go? Not that it's talking. It's writing, yes I know.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *wrenches self away from self-indulgent prattling*