News Briefs

1. I didn't do much of anything on Friday that would be considered actual work. I don't give a flying fuck, either.

2. I probably don't care because I was too consumed with the hypochondria that can sometimes accompany the noticing of digestive sensations. If you think that's odd, you should see what happens when I get a persistent headache! It ain't pretty. ('Cause it might really be a tumor or an impending stroke, or I might go blind, etc., etc., - gimme a break, right?)

3. My son called. That was very nice. I like it when he calls. I get to talk with him about twice a week on average. He said he felt depressed Friday. I know the feeling. Poor kid.

4. The weather sucks here and it's bringing me down.

5. My husband told me he has been using my facial care products. That's way cool. Many men don't take care of their skin because they think it would be a 'sissy' thing to do. And I think that's a big load of baloney. Who says you can't be well cared for just because you have a penis? I'm glad my husband knows better than this. Human need is genderless. You go, baby! Slather that crap on your face! It works for me. :-)

6. I talked to my sister for two hours. Our grandfather is very unwell. He had some kind of spell, maybe a stroke, and it rendered his speech unintelligible. He is 89 years old. He might not be around much longer. I can't go back to Ye Old Hometown because of all the terrible issues surrounding that place. My sister says she understands, but I don't know if anyone else will. I guess it's not a mystery why I have estranged myself from the others. I guess it wouldn't kill me to call, but I don't know. I have to take care of myself. Maybe I'll just send a card or some flowers or something. Or maybe I will call Aunt P first. Hmmmm... I feel the weird digestive sensations again. Coincidence? I think not. *sigh* I wish I did not have the kind of body that feels things like that. Some things should not be felt. Because they're just plain creepy.

7. I have an extra appointment with the therapist Monday. I want to work on the sleep thing. I'm tired of living like a terrified and paranoid vampire. I know there are some underlying psychological issues at the root of it, but... at this point I will settle for a little bit of the bandaid approach to help things out. Because I can't remember. I don't know what he will come up with to try to help me out with this, but I want to get a head start. Today I plan to be asleep before the sunrise just for a freakin' change. May the force be with me.

8. I have an awesome idea. I need to get some slip covers or something for the sectional in my living room. I went online to look around, and it seems like dropcloths are all the rage - from slip covers to drapes! This so totally fits my style! Except for the fact of the price. I'm a cheap bastard. Why in hell would I buy a slip cover designed to look just like a dropcloth for $80 - $120 when I can go to the home improvement store and just buy a dropcloth for $29? I wouldn't. Especially when the actual dropcloths in question have more generous dimensions and are fully hemmed and washable. They look good to me. I even found a design blog where a lady did just what I am going to do. She went to the home improvement store and bought dropcloths for her house. She hung them for drapes and they look absolutely fabulous. I'm going to do it. I'm going to buy actual dropcloths for throw style slipcovers. Yes, there will be pictures. It'll probably take me a couple of weeks to get around to it, but I'm doing it. It's gonna be good.
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