Blargh

So somewhere in the last few hours I started feeling sick. I'm not actually sick-sick. This is Phnee-is-way-overtired-and-has-had-no-fresh-air-for-weeks sick.

I can't go out for fresh air now, as it is 01:39.

I took a bath and some headache candy, and feel marginally better. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, though, which is a killer.

Whine bitch moan etc.

More cheerful posts to come later today, I promise.

"And after all, I'm only sleeping..."

I'm awake! Pay no attention to the title of this post... ;)

I'm leaving in 30 minutes or so for a breakfast at the local diner (I have no milk, no cream, no butter, and no bread, all of which makes breakfast at Casa Phnee problematic), after which I'll be heading out to Meeting.

Alex hasn't contacted me yet about coffee, but he suggested 15:00, so I wrote him a quick note to tell him I'll be at the AMC Forum coffee shop at that time. If he shows, so much the better. If not, well, there's always Tuesday or even Friday if he's still in town.

I'm oddly reluctant to leave the house today. I think I've become far too used to being by myself and doing nothing but work and sleep. I spent most of the night awake, but I did catch a few hours' sleep, and after nearly 13 hours of sleep yesterday, I'm feeling pretty rested. With any luck I'll be able to get to bed at a decent hour tonight, thus resetting my sleep schedule properly. I need to pull myself together and be less of a hermit.

So I definitely need to get out there, see some people, and do some dearly-needed grocery shopping. I have things in the fridge that will go bad unless I cook them, and I'm missing some key ingredients. I also need to do some tidying, as I think I mentioned before. tcaptain is coming tomorrow for a writing jam, and I both want to have the place presentable as well as have something edible around here.

For some reason, these lyrics have been running through my head lately:

"And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood..."

I'm not sure why they've been there, but sometimes I get earwormed on songs that feel relevant to me. Sometimes, of course, it's totally random. Like the time I had "Camptown Races" stuck in my head for three weeks straight and I thought I would lose my mind. ;) ("Oh the Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah!" AUGH!) This one feels relevant, though. I haven't figured out why. I'm sure it'll come to me.

Good times, again

Went to Meeting, and was amazed at how wonderful it felt to go in, sit in silence, and just be for an hour. I didn't try to meditate or even focus my thoughts, since I'm waaaay out of practice. I just let my mind wander where it wanted to, until all the static and white noise that had built up over the last few weeks slowly drained away. There was no instant of clarity or anything, but it was good.

There were only five of us there, and we had tea and chatted after Meeting. They all remembered me, even though I hadn't been in over six months, which was really nice.

Then it was off to coffee with my friend Alex. He's one of the few people with whom I can pick up where we left off, even if it's been years. We've both grown and evolved as people, but we recognize that in each other, respect it, and are still good friends nonetheless (unlike other friends from high school, from whom I've had to distance myself because they're stuck in 1995 and still think it's okay to treat me like a doormat with poor self-esteem, which hasn't been the case for me for over ten years: I don't allow toxic friends into my entourage anymore).

He had a previous dinner engagement, so we had to cut the evening short, but it was great to see him again.

Tonight I will be putting away the groceries I bought (emergency rations only, and I just realized I forgot something important, which I guess I'll have to get tomorrow: bah), watching some Stargate: Atlantis, and going to bed. Tomorrow I shall get up early and do some tidying.

Life is good. :)

There are no words...

George just inserted his claws in an electrical outlet. And got stuck.

No electrocution, thank goodness. It makes me wonder what goes through his mind sometimes, though.




In only slightly related news, the other night while I was patting Smudge after I'd gone to bed, I made blue sparks fly out of his coat thanks to the wonders of static electricity! It was cool.