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I just slept a lot... I was having huge problems getting to sleep last night, so I ended up taking sominex (we're out of Ambien) - which is just Benadryl, just taking advantage of the whole antihistamine-drowsiness effect. My throat felt very dry when I was trying to sleep, and one of my eyes was hurting. So finally I fell asleep and ended up being crashed out until like midnight... that's 17 hours for anyone who is counting. To be fair, it wasn't uninterrupted: there was some house-renovation going on in the next room, with a lot of banging and pounding and swearing. & the electricity was turned off for a while, so the clock by my bed was 3 hours slow when I got up. I thought it was 9PM... and I thought that was bad enough! (At the moment I don't feel like I'll ever be able to sleep again.)

Now I am just going to figure out what to do with myself until it's time for breakfast. I'll probably go for a walk at dawn, get some exercise. I'd like to go see Ghost World if it's playing around here, but I would definitely have to go to the earliest matinee. My eye is still hurting, and if it gets any worse I may have to go to a clinic and have it checked out... it's all weird and red and slightly swollen, and the lid hurts... I think something may have irritated it, a bit of dried sleepgoo or something.

Heavenly Creatures is on in the other room. I enjoyed it when I saw it... or rather, thought it was "a good movie", but I don't want to see it again. It's psychotic and disturbing. Strange that I would say that, with all the things I do like and watch many times over that are disturbing and/or psychotic, but it's true. I used to read Anne Perry's mysteries (Anne Perry is the pen name of Juliet Hulme, Kate Winslet's character in the film), and enjoyed them a lot, so I don't know why I feel this way about the movie.

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It is 8AM and I am so bored I can't see straight. I've showered, read my book for a while, eaten breakfast, etc. It will be another three hours before I can go anywhere, if I'm still awake enough (and then it will hopefully be to the movies for Planet of the Apes). I would rather see Ghost World, but it isn't playing around here yet. I don't really know whether or not I will actually even leave the house today, to be honest. My potential energy is usually not in accord with my kinetic energy (if potential energy in this case is assumed to mean "how much I want to do something in theory" and kinetic energy is assumed to mean "how much energy I actually have").

My eyelid still hurts, but primarily if I touch it (it's my left eye, the upper lid on the side closer to my nose). If I leave it alone I'm aware of an ache around it, but I don't really feel any pain. (The comedians in the audience are now shouting, "So don't touch it, genius!" Right, OK, I'm trying....)

The book I am reading is When Christ and His Saints Slept, by Sharon Kay Penman, and honestly, despite the obvious research that went into it, it's full of anachronisms and of writing bad enough that it reminds me of some of my own (which is encouraging for me). It's not a bad book for what it is (determinedly middlebrow), but every few pages I come across something that distracts me from my absorption in the story. I tried to read another book about Stephen and Matilda/Maude a number of years ago - I believe it was called The Fatal Crown - and it was much worse than this one. Maybe the topic lends itself to potboilers.

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I'm all ready to go, wearing my chess print dress. It's become my favorite thing for summer, though I sort of feel like I should put on something longer, so I don't freeze in the movie theater. Since today begins Tax-Free Shopping Days (one week of dubious sales geared towards moms and kids), and since my mother's evil sandals finally fell apart, I believe I may also be coerced into a bit of shoe-shopping.

I feel very blah today. Perhaps it is because I am wearing cream-colored cotton underwear with Winnie-the-Pooh embroidered on them and elastic lace trim. (I am a schoolgirl-fetish-ist's dream.) Or because no amount of concealer will cover the dark circles under my eyes today. Or because I'm not wearing graceful shoes. Or because I have a mosquito bite in the middle of my forehead, perfectly framed by my shaped eyebrows and short bangs.

Just some days I don't feel very feminine. The antidote is to go with a nonfeminine look, big stompy boots and so on, but at this time of year it's simply too hot. So I guess I'll suffer through a few hours of blahness.

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Hmm. I have now been up for approximately 23 hours, after sleeping (fitfully) for 17. Yes, I went to the movies. Yes, I got out of here later than planned (we ended up at a 4PM showing).

One of the neighborhood people was having a garage sale, so we of course had to stop and gawk and not-buy anything. They were selling some interesting Asian-inspired stuff (carved horns, dancer figurines, a red silk vase with pandas on it which I thought about buying for Autumn but then figured she had enough Stuff around the house without me adding to it from garage sales), as well as a giant green glass globe lamp. All successfully resisted.

On the way down to the bank it came up that I had not yet taken my Paxil, so we drove all the way back up to the house and I came in and took my pills and all was well. Drove the hour to the theater, wandered around the mall for a bit, saw Planet of the Apes and was very glad that I'd not brought Mokey along to see it, as it would have scared him. He is a quiet and good-natured sock monkey. Monkey war would have made him sad and anxious. I did enjoy the movie, though it was kind of boring for a while, and I thought the main human female character (who has like 10 lines) was irritating and stupid. Helena Bonham-Carter's character was way cooler. Tim Roth and Michael Clarke Duncan were also both very good. Yeehaw!

After that, we meandered a bit and eventually ended up at the new discount clothing hellhole. Already trashed, hasn't even been open for a month yet. I got the most hideous pair of pink and maroon bowling-shoe-style sneakers ever - on clearance! - the kind that are so gross they're cool... you Fluevog fans know what I mean, right? Also a new fucking purse (not a sexually talented purse, but rather a new purse, emphatically), since the whole thing with the cat purse didn't work out (they screwed up my order), and I can't stand having a purse I have to carry on my shoulder... I really need a handbag. This one is a handbag and cost like $15 and has all sorts of neat little compartments inside for the 8 tubes of lipstick that I somehow wind up carrying at all times. & I found a cheap silk scarf with a pretty rose print, a long black jersey skirt, a cool black shirt with a deep v-neck and softly-belled sleeves with this sort of thorny techno-medieval design on it in light shimmery purple. I didn't spend very much. I did not, of course, find a single pair of pants that fit... which were, of course, the entire reason for entering the stinking crowded hellhole that is an off-price retailer on the first day of Tax-Free week.

After that? Had a scary drive home, a root beer float, a stop at a drugstore for prescriptions (where I forgot to pick up eyedrops... sigh) and then home. and here I am.

oh yeah, and my chess dress did something new and entertaining today. It bled wherever I perspired. The dye that was used to print the red chess pieces is now rubbed all over my ivory satin strapless bra, my arms, and has made delicate little pools on the garment itself. I'm more bemused than upset, really.

Yeah. So. Tired. This is the kind of entry you get when I've been up forever... my editorial function is on the blink and you get to read a long entry about purses and shoes. I think we will all be happier when I am sleeping like a normal person again.