Done yesterday (20091206 Su)

[mdlbear]

1206 Su
  * Odd bit of dream involving a laundry-room problem and corresponding
    meltdown on my part.  Physically impossible in any laundry room I know of,
    since it involved something like a shallow sink on top of the drier.
  * up 7:45; W=200; drugs, nose, teeth; coffee, dishes
  * backups: 2009-12-06T08:18:41-0800 - 2009-12-06T09:16:58-0800
  @ http://ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com/876618.html?thread=4753994#t4753994
    (comment by Kyrielle)  But it's easy for people to assume I'm an extrovert
    because, hey, talkative and not visibly shy. (Not the same thing at all as
    introvert, but people do tend to mix the two in their minds sometimes.)  
  @ haikujaguar: Underrated Gifts
  * Finished "Fitting In Fitness"
  * dishes: stovetop cleared, island cleared, dishpan cleared and soaking.
  * 12:15ish leave for photo shoot -- take netbook and a book
  * 1:00p YD Photo Shoot 
    totally different world.  Totally different look for the YD.  Goodness!
    Like, WOW.  She seems very comfortable in her skin, too.  Looks
    like she's having a blast.  Well worth the price of admission.
    => she'll have to come back with 2 more outfits.
  * unpacked and put away Colleen's suitcase from Loscon
  * uninstall B&D coffeemaker.
  * Dinner: baked potatoes, leftover roast beef stir-fried with onions and
    garlic, and baby spinach stir-fried with green onions, bacon and butter.
  : Just realized that Dec. 31 marks the end of the decade of the Noughties. 
  * laundry.
  ! 20:45 feeling vaguely sad and out-of-it.  Possibly because I'm not *doing*
    anything right now.  Possibly because no walk.
  @ N says to see Company by Sondheim.  Into the Woods, too.
  @ finished The Aphorisms of Kherishdar (by haikujaguar)
    $ ordered from Amazon
  * look in work email for brainstorming results
  % ciarhwyfar sent me a virtual snowflake cookie!
  ! 11:44 A bit of a tension headache (??) but calm and ok.
  * 11:45 bed, having finished my st+ tea
  * 3:30 awake; 4:00 up.  Damned fire alarm.  Grrr.  Cold.  Buggy.  Grrrr.
    possibly bugs in the alarm.  damned roaches.
  @ ethesis: The Stages of Grief (from ysabetwordsmith)

Not really a bad day, on the whole, but not all that great either. Really good in the middle, when I took the YD to her photo shoot. That was fun!

But I woke up remembering bits of a dream where I went into a melt-down in a laundry room because the drier was full of soggy clothes, and there was a shallow sink on top of the drier full of soggy clothes, and there was another load in my hands that for some reason I couldn't put back in the washer. Huh?

And at 8:45pm I found myself feeling vaguely sad and out-of-it, possibly because I wasn't doing anything, just staring blankly at my to-do list, and possibly because I hadn't had a walk. I was calmer and basically ok by 11ish, though with a tension headache that I haven't tracked down the cause of yet.

I went to bed around 11:45, got to sleep nearly an hour later after some nice cuddle and conversation, and was awakened at 3:30 by the fire alarm. My best guess at the moment is either a dead battery or an insect nesting in the damned thing. I never got back to sleep.

Let's start the links off with haikujaguar, and a post about underrated gifts. Which I got to from her Christmas Wishlist, which is remarkable for asking for such practical but inexpensive things as recipes, links, reviews, and tip jars. That segues naturally into her book The Aphorisms of Kherishdar, which I finished reading online in the dark hours of the morning, and immediately ordered the hardcopy of. I probably shouldn't visit Amazon when I'm sleep-deprived and decaffeinated, should I? But I think one of the best gifts you can give an artist is to buy one of their works. See above.

On a couple of ongoing River topics, here's a different and very sensible take on The Stages of Grief, and a comment by kyrielle: "...But it's easy for people to assume I'm an extrovert because, hey, talkative and not visibly shy. (Not the same thing at all as introvert, but people do tend to mix the two in their minds sometimes.)"