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1) I'm really, really glad I've booked in for a massage on Thursday. My right shoulder's killing me, from a combination of night shift last week (26 hours out of 48 being hunched in front of the computer at my desk), packing and lifting and cleaning, more computer both at work and at home, and sleeping on it funny. No tension headache, but the back of my neck on the right side is so stiff I can barely turn my head. I'm doing that whole body twist thing to look behind me when crossing the road.

2) That being said... Serenity also tomorrow. It's released on the 29th here, and because of the time difference, it means we get it two days before the States. *evil grin* What'll you give me for not spoiling?

(just joking, folks. Wouldn't do that to you, tempting as it is for all the stuff I've had spoiled for me over the years because Australia usually has sucky movie release dates)

3) Gym tonight on the way home. Was going to cycle in, only the forecast is for thunderstorms and buckets o' rain and I'm sick of cleaning my bike chain every time I get caught out. Besides, didn't pack my snorkel.

4) Only a bit more packing to do - shall work on emptying closets tonight. But not for long, since it's [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] discussion night and we need to get this plot moving. *whipcracks*

5) The amount of stuff I'm hauling to the charity shop is truly frightening. I'm cutting stuff way back to the bone - basically if it hasn't been used in the last five years, or is cheap and easily replaced (such as various baskets I use for storage of things like all that miscellaneous crap that lives on top of the 'fridge), it's going. That includes clothing (formal wear excluded - the Slinky Dress (TM) from the last Dexcon I went to is safe. Well, it's in a parcel on its way to Canada. Hopefully it's safe.), since I've been through my stuff twice, and still have a few things mentally earmarked for the bag. The baggy t-shirt collection, mostly.

6) The baggy t-shirt collection stems from when I was with the ex. He often told me I was fat, and I, like a schmuck, believed him. So I used to wear these big baggy shirts to hide my non-existent hugeness. These days, it's all cute little shirts and tank tops, and getting rid of the baggies is actually quite liberating.

Re: WHAT???

Date: 2005-09-28 06:21 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Or at least that's the excuse he gave for not wanting to do that thing consenting couples do. *rolls eyes* Mark all over - rather than accept you have the problem, let's project at someone else!

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He's insane. TOTALLY insane.

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