Ah, the sweet sensation...

... of feeling like an utter moron.

I didn't sleep last night. I was wound up by the -surety- of facing the final portion of my therapy intake this morning at 8:30am. I had a -marvelous- IM'd roleplay session with R (I'll share it here in my journal if folks really want to see it, it's roughly nine pages in OpenOffice Writer) that wrapped around 1:30am. I chatted with Brian until about 2, and then curled up to try and get a nap. It just didn't happen. So I shrugged it off, got myself cleaned up and dressed, and stalled a bit online until 8:00. And then I left for OmniHouse.

And found that my appointment is actually Thursday, at 2:30pm.

...

I'm still not sure how I managed to get that scrambled up... *sigh* So I'm working at cleaning Kweepie's cage, now. The pan's been washed, and I'm waiting for it to dry before resetting it. He's romping about on my desk, chewing on my blouse sleeve and generally being cute. But I still feel like a fool. Maybe I'll try again for a nap once he's all set and clean again.

~Ellie-chan

*sigh*

In spite of the fact that vertigo, nausea, ladders, and being on the roof in the rain don't easily mix, it was necessary. Sending Megan up would have been pointless; she doesn't have any idea what I'm looking for, and isn't strong enough to do the 'while your silly ass is up there' task.

The roof is leaking, right at the edge, just -before- the gutter. If I can get a couple of dry days in a row, I'll get my big behind back up there and try to slap it back together with some roofing cement. At the moment, there's a large bowl positioned under the leak to try and prevent any further damage to the window framing, wall, and carpet.

It's irritating, but I think it's fixable. But it's irritating. Grr.

~Ellie-chan

*sigh*

Another meal lost. I should just give up trying to eat on the first day of a new patch.

*confusion*

I... am at a loss. I've been throwing up rather violently all day, unable to keep anything down. Water, flat ginger ale, weak tea, -anything- foodlike. It's been a very very long day. Megan and I are both sick, but hers is limited to a rumbly tummy and headache - mine, combined with the nausea/vertigo created by my pain meds, has been nothing short of spectacular. So after my fifth frantic dash for the bathroom in two hours... after not /making/ it this time... after voluntarily mopping up and disinfecting the bathroom afterwards, knowing Megan's got a -terribly- weak stomach... ... after all this, why does Megan get pissy when I beg her to go to the store after something to settle my stomach and some throat losenges. I know there's not much money left in the account, but she can damn well take PBJ's to work this week instead of spending money in the vending machines...

*sigh* I don't understand her. I thought I did, once. But I don't now, and I believe quite strongly that I never will.

Anyone know any good online crossword puzzles? This seat's the closest 'easy' route to the bathroom, and I expect I'm gonna be here a while...

~Ellie-chan