today i am sensitive to capital letters
Oct. 26th, 2000 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxsleep wants me, but so does my illness, and i think my illness won. i was too ticky to sleep, after all, and my doctor's appointment is in a little less than two hours (after which i will come home and be a blanketmonsterminx, having cancelled my massage again, called on account of physical misery).
i took a shower, rubbing myself down with that amazing ginger salt rub, and then with satsuma bodywash, so i smell like spicy orange and am all moisturized and relaxed. however, i almost fainted on the way out of the shower... fainted or vomited. i made it to the bed and am laying down sipping water, willing everything in my stomach and intestines to give up their incipient mutiny. it seems to be working but i still feel like hell.
before the shower, i finished violet & claire by francesca lia block. i know i commented below about flb's books always seeming vaguely disappointing to me, as well as overpriced in the paperback format. however, i really did enjoy this one a lot - it was more coherent and less saccharine than some of her stuff, a large improvement over i was a teenage fairy. (teenage? teenaged? whatev.) i still felt like about twenty pages of story were missing, some details in the middle, but i liked what was there. sort of like how i didn't like the hanged man when i was reading it, but felt it sitting on my chest for days afterwards.
i also spent some time earlier hunting for pics of me in a costume i made a while back. i don't have any pictures of it scanned, but a few people who went to the same event as me did, and i tackled the onerous task of collecting copies of their scans so that i would have them and so that v. could see them... she is looking for halloween ideas.
before my doctor's appointment, i could go to the diner where i had breakfast a few times a week all summer, and have breakfast. i could cook myself breakfast. i could cook myself breakfast and go to the diner for dessert. i could eat a bowl of cheerios. i could eat a little turkey sandwich. i could just have some tea and a bagel with creamcheese, or any combination above. but all i really want to do is lie in bed sulking about my poor health.
i took a shower, rubbing myself down with that amazing ginger salt rub, and then with satsuma bodywash, so i smell like spicy orange and am all moisturized and relaxed. however, i almost fainted on the way out of the shower... fainted or vomited. i made it to the bed and am laying down sipping water, willing everything in my stomach and intestines to give up their incipient mutiny. it seems to be working but i still feel like hell.
before the shower, i finished violet & claire by francesca lia block. i know i commented below about flb's books always seeming vaguely disappointing to me, as well as overpriced in the paperback format. however, i really did enjoy this one a lot - it was more coherent and less saccharine than some of her stuff, a large improvement over i was a teenage fairy. (teenage? teenaged? whatev.) i still felt like about twenty pages of story were missing, some details in the middle, but i liked what was there. sort of like how i didn't like the hanged man when i was reading it, but felt it sitting on my chest for days afterwards.
i also spent some time earlier hunting for pics of me in a costume i made a while back. i don't have any pictures of it scanned, but a few people who went to the same event as me did, and i tackled the onerous task of collecting copies of their scans so that i would have them and so that v. could see them... she is looking for halloween ideas.
before my doctor's appointment, i could go to the diner where i had breakfast a few times a week all summer, and have breakfast. i could cook myself breakfast. i could cook myself breakfast and go to the diner for dessert. i could eat a bowl of cheerios. i could eat a little turkey sandwich. i could just have some tea and a bagel with creamcheese, or any combination above. but all i really want to do is lie in bed sulking about my poor health.
