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May. 23rd, 2016 07:57 pmOver the past year or so, I seem to have gradually replaced the psychological symptoms of PMS with cramps. :/ It's nice not to feel like a total worthless jerk anymore, but waking up in the middle of the night because the cramps are that bad sucks hard, and so does feeling like I can't eat anything in the morning.
I've also realized that my not being able to fall asleep under my light quilt (rather than the duvet) is probably an anxiety issue, and I'm thinking about weighted blankets. Anyone have experience with those?
Over the weekend, I went to Dad's - so relaxing (minus the cramps). On Saturday we went to the piano/voice recital Bella's fellow students put on; it was kind of awful, way too much piano and it went on a lot longer than we were led to believe, which was an issue as it was held in a church and we were all sitting in pews, and I'd just driven four hours and had a migraine starting because of some nasty traffic. Sunday was really all about hanging out and FINDING MY GIBSONS, I FOUND MY GIBSONS, ISN'T THAT AMAZING??? And then this morning Dad worked from home, so we got to hang out more. Owen had been hiking with his gf on Saturday, so they were both there that night - she's perfectly nice, and I like her more than his last one (who was really possessive of him), but I just don't really like her. Dad and Owen and I watched GoT together, which was hilariously even more awkward than usual because of that tight close-up on that actor's junk.
This morning, I was wearing my newly de-sleeved dress and had my hair up in a bun - I forget what I was doing, but Dad came downstairs and said I really reminded him of his paternal grandmother, which was Deeply Meaningful as he barely ever talks about his family. He says the only thing he ever understood her saying to him and his brother (she was Sicilian, and probably spoke English by the 1960s but I guess with a really strong accent) was, "Eat, eat!" That's the kind of thing that makes me deeply satisfied to dress like a crazy person. That and when I got home one of my neighbors - who'd actually been away in Latham over the weekend, very very close to where I was - told me how much she likes the way I dress, too. I AM ART.
Total subject change, but: I was starting to get involved writing ~sexy comics~ scripts for a purveyor of ~sexy comics~, but the editing process, ugh, I do not have the time for this, not worth the money.
I've also realized that my not being able to fall asleep under my light quilt (rather than the duvet) is probably an anxiety issue, and I'm thinking about weighted blankets. Anyone have experience with those?
Over the weekend, I went to Dad's - so relaxing (minus the cramps). On Saturday we went to the piano/voice recital Bella's fellow students put on; it was kind of awful, way too much piano and it went on a lot longer than we were led to believe, which was an issue as it was held in a church and we were all sitting in pews, and I'd just driven four hours and had a migraine starting because of some nasty traffic. Sunday was really all about hanging out and FINDING MY GIBSONS, I FOUND MY GIBSONS, ISN'T THAT AMAZING??? And then this morning Dad worked from home, so we got to hang out more. Owen had been hiking with his gf on Saturday, so they were both there that night - she's perfectly nice, and I like her more than his last one (who was really possessive of him), but I just don't really like her. Dad and Owen and I watched GoT together, which was hilariously even more awkward than usual because of that tight close-up on that actor's junk.
This morning, I was wearing my newly de-sleeved dress and had my hair up in a bun - I forget what I was doing, but Dad came downstairs and said I really reminded him of his paternal grandmother, which was Deeply Meaningful as he barely ever talks about his family. He says the only thing he ever understood her saying to him and his brother (she was Sicilian, and probably spoke English by the 1960s but I guess with a really strong accent) was, "Eat, eat!" That's the kind of thing that makes me deeply satisfied to dress like a crazy person. That and when I got home one of my neighbors - who'd actually been away in Latham over the weekend, very very close to where I was - told me how much she likes the way I dress, too. I AM ART.
Total subject change, but: I was starting to get involved writing ~sexy comics~ scripts for a purveyor of ~sexy comics~, but the editing process, ugh, I do not have the time for this, not worth the money.
