random ramblings of Yours Truly.
Tonight: Record, edit, and upload podcast. Wash dishes before bed.
Tomorrow: Entertain Dan. Bake butternut squash pies.
Thursday: See Dan off to Knoxville. Drive to Cleveland. Have Thanksgiving dinner.
Friday: Spend day at home with Aaron. No work for either of us.
I guess what I’m saying is: don’t expect too much blogging out of me in the next several days. I’ll be back with you probably after the weekend.
I’m having one of those weird, bored evenings.
I managed to write out an outline for podcast episode #21, but am not enthused enough to actually record it tonight. Not feeling creative enough to write on the NaNo. Not into testing out my Christmas Cookie candle scent. Don’t want to watch a DVD or read. Don’t even want to play Civilization, although that’s probably what I’ll end up doing. Seems to be my default “I’m bored” activity.
I’m just kind of tired. Not really depressed or anything, just tired. I think I ate too little during the day and too much in the evening, and that might have messed with my blood sugar / energy levels or something. I dunno. Also tired of coughing and clearing my throat ALL FUCKING DAY. It was especially helpful that today was my day to help answer the phones. Good times.
Hey, ladies? Ever had ovulation cramps? This is a new experience for me, and I must say that I don’t care for it. It’s not bad enough that I have to have cramps once a month — now I get them twice? WTF.
So, yeah. I guess I’m just having a weird, funky evening. Nothing a little Civ IV won’t cure.
Aaron’s off at a Frank Black show in Cleveland with Kris and Kris this evening. I opted not to go for several reasons, not the least of which being that I have to work tomorrow. Instead, I ended up throwing together a (half-assed) Halloween podcast, which frees up tomorrow night for my annual Halloween genealogy devotional.
The time change seems to be catching up with me tonight, too. It’s not even 10pm yet, and already I’m feeling like it’s time to wash the dishes and go to bed. Yesterday’s leaf-raking extravaganza has well and truly taken hold, as well, so my back and arms are hella sore and stiff, which is also helping to edge me toward bed.
Good thing I didn’t end up going to the show — I’d be turning into a pumpkin barely halfway through, and putting a damper on everyone’s good time.
Certain kinds of depression cause me to overeat. I just basically wear a path in the carpet between my chosen point of food consumption and the kitchen. Then I feel like an ass and get more depressed and eat more. Rinse and repeat.
Other kinds of depression cause me to not give a damn about eating, and to find that everything in life is basically a waste of my time. Had I discovered this interesting brand of depression back in high school, at least my perpetual depression would have had some practical purpose, or at least a more positive side-effect than weight GAIN.
As it is, I’m currently making some chicken salad because I know that today’s combined repast of a breakfast bar, an apple, a yogurt, and a string cheese will not get me through the evening. Eventually, if I don’t eat, something will snap, and I’ll find myself standing in front of a near-empty refrigerator, wondering what the hell happened.
I challenge any card-carrying, estrogen-toting woman to make it through a viewing of Steel Magnolias without crying. Or at least misting up. Especially the end (SPOILER WARNING… if you can spoil an 18-year-old movie):
M’Lynn (after her daughter’s funeral): I don’t think I can take this! I just wanna *hit* somebody ’til they feel as bad as I do! I just wanna *hit* something! I wanna *hit it hard*!
Clairee (pushing her grumpy buddy Ouiser forward): Here! Hit this! Go on, M’Lynn, slap her!
I don’t make a habit of watching Steel Magnolias. But when I surf past Lifetime and find that it’s playing, I either find it absolutely repelling or impossible to resist, depending on my mood. My estrogen level must’ve been elevated tonight after being all crafty; I cooked *and* made candles in the same night. 🙂
Cooking, crafts, and crying at a movie. I think I’ve had my fill of girlie stuff for a while. Makes up for joining in last week’s football pool at work, I guess.