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Head is ouchy, still, on and off. I don't know why. I'm running the air cleaner right by my bed at night, so if it's all the dust my mom kicked up on her Scary Obsessive Cleaning Spree last night, it should have less effect. (Yeah, for some reason she decided that 2AM was a good time to vacuum. I don't know, ask her.)

Went for a drive yesterday (Friday) and went garter-belt hunting, and finally found a nice one by Felina for under $20. I was annoyed because the only ones available at Victoria's Secret were the flimsiest lace imaginable and they wanted almost $30. Then had dinner at the nice Italian bistro, and decided to skip the movies.

Got caught in a dreadful driving rainstorm on the way home... it got so bad that we went to a rest stop. Sat there for 1/2hr listening to classic jazz and swing, watching the reflection of the rain from the windshield making swirling patterns all over the dashboard, and drinking hot cocoa from the vending machine! I love the kind of vending machine that drops a cup and then pours hot liquids into it. They're such fun. I splashed through the parking lot to get the drinks, and proved that the boots I bought in NYC were worth the money - in two inches of water my feet stayed dry. I decided to step over the deeper spots - by the curb it was about 5".

Last night, as I mentioned, I endured an obsessive cleaning jag going on around me when I just wanted to sleep. At one point, my cat managed to claw my upper thigh (I was sitting down and holding him on my lap, in a t-shirt and underwear). There is now a 6" gash, painful and raised and red. I've cleaned it and put various pain relief substances on it, and I think that's about all I can do.

Today I slept very late and had the misfortune to go to WalMart, which I really loathe. It makes me angry and frustrated and intolerant. It's always so crowded and messy and all this crap is crammed too close together on the sales floor... yeah, let's make room for more low-quality products. I got another one of the stacking plastic bins that I use for craft supplies, three drawers on wheels, to store my yarn and my sewing patterns. I got some shelf-lining made for wire shelves. I got very irritated and exhausted trying to navigate the damned store.

Out in the parking lot, someone tied their dog to the post in a handicapped space. A big solid dog, I think it was possibly part bull terrier. It didn't bark at all... I went up to it, and let it sniff my hand, and it licked me and I petted it a little. Then I had to get the car to pick my mom up at the door. When she came to the car, I thought I saw the man whose car was in the space come out and untie the dog and them both getting in the car, but I went over to check to make sure, and the car and dog were indeed both gone. I was really worried that someone had abandoned their dog like that and that the dog would be hurt. It was a nice dog.

Stopped and picked up some movies on the way home - Billy Elliot and Bounce. Just finished watching the latter; it wasn't exciting, but I guess I'd recommend it to people who like that kind of movie.

Did I mention that my head hurts?
I can finally have sweetened tea again - my mother bought some stevia drops for me at the health food store she went to this afternoon. & I can't wait to curl up in bed with a cup of hot tea, read for a bit, and go to sleep.

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lolling around the house all day... is it really 7PM already? *blink*

tonight i plan to accomplish things, along with some classic rump-sitting. I'm almost finished with Underground. Still have Billy Elliott to watch. not to mention Jonathan Creek... it must be limey night.

i wish i felt like doing creative things right now. no writing. no design. no drawing. precious little textile work, and what i do, i do by rote. this has to be the stupid CFIDS brainfog at work. maybe i'll get a little inspired just by sorting through things. i bought more storage stuff last night. it should help.

i am listening to my mother argue with her mother on the phone... well, argument isn't the right word. She's sort of corrective. My grandmother is still in the hospital, in a recovery ward where she has physical therapy every day. My mother is currently debating my grandfather's controlling nature with her. My grandmother is saying that's the way it should be, bible god blah blah fucking blah, and my mother is debating bible cant with her. "No, he's not supposed to control you, he's supposed to protect you and treat you like an equal." etc. she is trying to get my grandmother to revoke the power of attorney my grandfather has. he has parkinsons disease and is barely functional and competent; he also has a mistress. he let my grandmother go for 7 months with a broken hip, deciding that she was exaggerating her pain to get out of doing her part around the house.

oh, this is a big mess. such a negative unhealthy situation. i want to have good relationships and the examples set before me are so bad. i also need to rediscover my relationship with the comma and other fine points of english grammar!