Alexandra

I can smell today! It's a miracle!

*immediately runs out to buy scented things*

I'm still coughing like there's no tomorrow. Bleh.

Pat poked me at 9 this morning and said I ought to get up. *headdesk* I think that was the fastest I ever got dressed in my life. I was, needless to say, rather late.

Work is unbearable, it is so busy. Our secretary has been sick all week, and I have to figure out real estate, which I am not so good at.

Tonight is Grey's Anatomy! I still can't believe they cancelled Moonlight. One little episode left. And then, gone. I hope Coraline shows up for the last show. Although I don't think she does. She made the show for me.

I'm making beef and broccoli for dinner. Yum.

I have so much sleepiness, it is causing me distress. And the inability to form complete sentences. *headdesk*

*snooze*

I have work to do!

*snooze*

Things must be done! Today! Yesterday!

*snooze*

Why does lunch make me so sleepy? Who knows. I even napped yesterday. And I cannot nap tonight because I have things to do. And tacos to make. Someone tape my eyelids open.

They aren't renewing Moonlight for a second season. I am so sad. ;-;

ETA: It's one of the only shows I watch that Pat actually likes. :-(

Dear Nose:

Stop it. I have a client coming in with a hip replacement that I have to drag to the courthouse in this ridiculously cold and damp weather, and the continuous blowing/running/acting like a pain the *&(^& has just got to stop. Your owner thanks you for your help in advance.

Sincerely,
Alexandra8011

I am coughing up more phlegm than I thought possible to produce, and my nose is trying to beat that by producing just as much (or more). Grrr... I am more than ready to be well again.

My stomach has a mind of its own.

Today is Thursday, which means a new Grey's Anatomy episode will be on! *dances*

I am making chicken pot pie for dinner.

I should own stock in kleenex right about now.

We didn't have another boring seminar lunch about Office 2007!

I saw the mouse yesterday. I told Pat if I see it again, there will be a smackdown.

The ants seem to be gone. I'm still not getting too comfortable. The ant-killer stuff stays.

I bought three greeting cards at Giant Eagle yesterday solely to get free candleholders. *facepalm* It is a lucky thing that peeps are having babies and mother's day is right around the corner.

That's all I got.

So, I did end up taking off half of Monday and sleeping fitfully through the afternoon and evening. Yesterday I went back to work, and that was an experience. I was all dizzy and disoriented all day, and then they made us take our lunch hour to watch this booooooring video about Office 2007 (which we are getting), and when I pulled out my little baggie of chips to eat, there were ants in the bag. *raises one eyebrow* I was not amused.

( Project KILL ALL INSECTS )

I just had some tea, to assist with my cold/whatever in the hell this is, and *wham* now I am hotter than hell's oven. *sweats* I just want to go stand in a walk-in freezer for about ten minutes. Is that so much to ask?

The weekend was baaaaaad. I stayed in bed for most of the time, and sniffled and sneezed and blew my nose the rest. Last night I was supposed to pick up my parents at 1:30 in the morning, so I slept, then got up and got ready to get them, then went to the train station and was told they were going to be 2 and a 1/2 more hours, so I went back home and slept in my clothes, fitfully, because I was sure they were going to call at any minute (and Pat was playing WoW (loudly, erg)). So finally at 4:30, they call and say they took a cab home. I think the most rest I got was between 5 and 7, and then the alarm went off. Oy.

Today has been okay, despite my lack of sleep. Our time reports got pushed to tomorrow, so I don't have to scramble to get everything in today. :-)

I am still sweating. What is up with that? Bleh. I think I might go home for the day at lunch.

I can't sleep, have a headache, am nauseous, and keep coughing, and reading teh interwebs keeps making me laugh, so I'm all 'ugh, hahaha!, *cough*, *cough*, ugh.'

Being sick sucks.

*cough*

So I'm thinking my general malaise over the past couple days might have been me coming down with something - I felt horrible yesterday, and today I woke up with a fever and sore throat. I didn't want to take a sick day, so I did something you're completely not supposed to do, and pilfered Pat's antibiotics that he didn't finish awhile back. I feel better, but I'm coughing a lot and I feel kind of achy. I think this will be a resting weekend, for real.

Part of why I went in to work today is because today was Law Day, and I figured having someone feed me a hot meal and sitting in a chair for two hours would not be too taxing. Which it wasn't. And it was at the bayfront convention center, so that was cool to see.

Tonight we have no plans, and I plan to try to rest as much as I can. Pat called and said my elliptical machine was in pieces, and did I know where the manual is? (He was trying to get it to not make a squeaky sound it makes.) I think not working is driving him crazy - yesterday I came home and he had sanded off half of our new living room table that had nicks in it so he can refinish it. He is supposed to go back to work on Tuesday, for real, so I think that will be good for him.

I can't figure out why Britney Spears goes to a gym. She's always hit with paparazzi taking her picture, and she could have a custom gym and a trainer at home if she wanted. Maybe she just likes to get out of the house.

Yes, Williams-Sonoma, my mom would love that.

*rolls eyes*

I swear, every company has this holiday bandwagon they all get on. Estee Lauder apparently thinks my mom would love to douse herself in about five different types of perfume. Enough that they've sent me no less than five emails about it.

So, it's finally May. I like when the months change because I can change my pirate calendar at work, and my chik-fil-a calendar at home, which features singing cows. :-)

Tonight there is a new Grey's Anatomy, and my package of perfumes came today! Happiness! I am stocked up on my fave fragrance for life now, I think.

This morning I woke up at 7:16am, which was not good, because I had intended to wake up at 6:30am to get ready for work, then pick up my parents at 7:30 to take them to their train to go to New York City. *headdesk* I made it two minutes late to my parents' house, and fifteen minutes late to work, which isn't too bad, considering.

I got some quiznos for lunch for Pat and I at the new downtown one, which was good.

Otherwise, I am as disgruntled as I was yesterday, and have no idea how to get through another hour and a half of work when all I want to do is nap and/or make the world go away, and/or both.

Pat has offered to go to the store to pick up dinner ingredients for us tonight. This should be interesting, because he doesn't cook for us all that often. Not that I think it will be bad - I'm just wondering what he will come up with!

I dreamt last night that I was pregnant and in the hospital getting ready to have the baby, and it was so surreal. I kept thinking, I don't feel any bigger, and I remember taking my birth control, and this is probably going to hurt a lot, and take up all my time from this moment forward, which I am not exactly ready for.

I'll be honest, it freaked me out a little.

Me: I'm down today.
Pat: Why is that?
Me: I just feel like I can't handle everything at work. I feel overwhelmed, but I have to stay here.
Pat: So what do you want to do?
Me: I don't know yet. I at least have to stick it out until June.
Pat: Why is that?
Me: Then I can take all my 401k with me.
Pat: I see. So you're going to the grocery store after work and then coming home?
Me: I don't really want to...
Pat: So don't go.
Me: We have nothing to eat.
Pat: Nothing?! I'm sure we have something.
Me: *thinks of lone box of mac'n cheese* No, we really have nothing.
Pat: Then screw it, we'll order in.
Me: *sigh of relief*

I am so down today. I think Wednesday is about the day of the week when I really start to not like my job. I don't want to talk to the attorneys or the clients. I feel like I can't do this anymore. I have to - it's a good job and I need the money. We need the money. But even when I'm not at work, I feel so restless. I have to go grocery shopping tonight, and I don't want to. I want to go home and sleep. I want someone to make me dinner. I want to watch my dvr'd tv on the couch (Pat is playing Mass Effect non-stop lately, so I can't). I want to sleep in. I want a break. Because I am breaking.

This is such a depressing post. I apologize.

I did a swap with a girl on the internet (some lotions and stuff of mine for perfume of hers that I love), and we both hadn't gotten our packages last week. She said she would tell me as soon as she got hers and vice versa. Well today I figured out how to track a package sent to Canada, and apparently it was delivered five days ago. And I still have nothing, and she never notified me. *cue Alex freaking out* So I wrote to her to ask if she did, in fact, get her package five days ago, but I haven't gotten a response yet. She has all good feedback, but I'm a worrier, and I didn't spend a lot, but I did pay $20 to ship that stuff to Canada. Pat talked me off of my figurative window ledge and said to wait and see if she replies.
(ETA: She wrote back and said she was out of town and just got it, and thank you, and that she put the wrong address on my package, so they had to call her to get the right one, so I should get it soon. *phew*)

Yesterday I started a book about wealthy socialites, which is promptly going back to the library, and then started a book about a group that protects people from vampires and such, which was far more interesting. That one looks to be a keeper.

I have Paramore lyrics running through my head. I like them. Paramore. And the lyrics.

Did you all hear about the guy in Austria who kept his daughter in his basement for something like 24 years, and fathered 8 children with her? And his wife lived with him? And says she knew nothing? And at one time the daughter gave birth to twins, and one died (they didn't say why), and the father/grandfather burnt the corpse in the oven. Holy hell. The capacity people have for evil is awful.

Because yesterday was a day ending in 'y', I was completely suckered into buying something I don't need that is scented. Lol. I decided to visit the new "Aerie" store that is part of American Eagle, but now has its own separate storefront, and they had these little netted bags full of scented beads that you put in your dryer with your clothes and it scents your clothes. (Isn't that what fabric softener sheets are for? Yes, shut up evil common sense voice in my head. I happen to need a netted bag of scented beads.) And with my purchase of the netted bag of scented beads, they gave me a ribbon. Why? I don't know. But I put it in my car and delighted in its girly-ness:

( Ribbons and things )

I am so tired today. And, like, down. Not about anything in particular, just kinda down, and want to go home and sleep. Work is bothering me.

Yesterday I had a migraine, so I stayed home and did sleep, and read, and watched "The Curse of the Golden Flower," and then complained that there was nothing on tv, and promptly fell asleep.

Pat woke me up at one point to tell me I was making an awful lot of noise for one person. Lol.

The night before last I watched "The New World" about Pocahontas and John Smith. I cried and cried. I guess they couldn't do many love scenes, etc., because the actress was only 14, but the movie was still very moving without them. And Colin Farrell and Christian Bale? There was lots of eye candy. :-)

"The Curse of the Golden Flower" was beautiful, but ultimately? Not so good. I did not cry. (Not that this is the measure of a good movie, but in this case, there was a lot of tragedy and death, and nary a tear shed.) Gong Li is a fantastic actress. I've seen her play good and bad now, and she excelled at both.

*sigh*

Even my ebay-purchased cat-shaped, lavender-scented eye pillow that came today cannot pull me from these doldrums.



I even have a very late afternoon meeting, which means I'm going to be here late. Ugh.

Okay, time to pull myself together and get some work done.

I just called my computer a weiner. And not in a good way.

Actually, I've broken every computer I've touched today. *has the magic touch* On one, the hard drive is failing, and I don't know what I did to the other one.

I come bearing gifts:

( Gifts that are born. Er, gifted. Whatevs, get off my case. )

I'm all out of sorts today and cranky. There should be a little thundercloud above my head.

Why can't the attorney I work for spell? This does not bother me about anyone else but him. And he doesn't even notice! "Emali" is not the same as "Email." At. all. *curls lip*

( Miscellaneous ramblings )

I am reasonably sure death would be more bearable than waiting for this person to come in and meet with us. (He's coming at 4pm, I have five minutes of peace and dread to go.)

Why are Abercrombie's little flip=flops with deer and stripes in many colors so cute? And why are they $30? And why do I want them, when it's not even warm enough to wear sandals, and I couldn't wear them to work anyway?

The complexities of life.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo. He's here. Three minutes early. Excuse while I go to my doom.

Yay for Tim and Catherine who just got engaged! Cheers all around!

In other news, I am itching all over the darn place, and left my allergy meds at home. *le sigh*

I handed Pat my amorphous blob ID yesterday and he went "So that's it, huh?" Lol. At least he didn't recoil in disgust. Today I used it to write a check and the girl looked at the ID, then looked at me, then looked at the ID again. I'm telling you - this is one ridiculous looking ID.

Nothing else is new - work sucks and it's soooooo nice outside. And I get to do mail today (I love to do mail!), and where is the mail? Not here. We have a new mailman and he sucks.

I started the second Vampire Hunter D and it is much better. No unexpected boobs.

That is all.