inquiry and bloodlust

I had been hoping to have a good weekend, maybe hit the markets, both farmer's and flea, and take a trip to the dog park, but these things cannot happen now because:

a) Jaime has to work.
b) I am sick as... well, I was going to say sick as a dog, but my pooches have far better health track records than I do, so. I guess I'm sick as a me.

My cough-addled brain has decided that Shamrock Shakes are the only salve for these burns, so Jaime's en route to McD's as I type this. Remind me to hug him when he gets back. He's far more understanding of my whims than he has to be.

And now I feel both mean and sick. Bleh.

Plan: Skip Skyrim in favor of crafting.
Result: Play Skyrim until 2am.

Damn. That game is fun.

Stolen from carolinecrane and jengeorge:
Post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
( The Glee Stuff )
( The P4 Stuff )
( The Other Stuff: SYTYCD, FFVIII, Original )

Since I'm both mildly agoraphobic, which means staggering out to the post office is a daunting proposition, and lazy, I'm thinking no physical Christmas cards this year. This doesn't rule out cards altogether, though. I have a tablet and an internet connection. Let's do this.

Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/Just-Another-Day-for-a-Nihilist cards!

1) Comment on this entry with a prompt of some sort.
2) Wait.
3) Receive something stupid and scribbly like this:

or this:

in your inbox at some point soon.
4) Check back here on 12/25 to see all the abominations I've crafted for other people in celebration of the holidays.

Aaaaand... go.

For some reason, 4am felt like the right time to get up and do my homework that's not due until Wednesday. The upshot of this is that I'm done. With my last class. For my Masters. So potentially my last class ever. And since I (for reasons long and varied and multiple and somewhat ludicrous) resigned from my PhD lab and program, this could very well really be my last class ever.

I might be done with academia.

Whoa. I feel weird.

1am: Died in P3P mere steps away from a teleporter to safety. Lost 1.5 hours of playtime.
9:30am: Called about more birth control pill refills, which I need to avoid becoming dangerously anemic. Have to come in for an appointment to get them - last time I went to the women's health center, the doctor asked me if I get fast food a lot and when I said my boyfriend cooks, she said, "Tell him he's killing you." Not looking forward to going back there.
10:45am: Went to class, which turned out to be a game show style review for the final. Knew only one of six answers, because I haven't studied yet and my memory is shit. Felt like an idiot.
12pm: Met with the professor about a past homework. Turns out the question about the stuff I missed while I was having a mental meltdown I botched completely. Have to redo it to pull that assignment from a C to a B. Felt even more like an idiot.
1pm: Called about more sertraline refills. Have to come in for an appointment to get those as well, in this case a mental health check-up where a non-mental health doctor makes me answer questions about my brain stuff.
2pm: Panic attack while walking into Target (to get pills for my dog who - guess what? - also has panic attacks).
6:30pm: Attempted to do the dishes. Ended up curled up on the couch with cramps.

Current Mood: Is it January yet?

This is awesome. My biggest problem at the moment is deciding what game I should play: Bioshock, No More Heroes: Heroes' Paradise, or Brutal Legend. I could also go for more endings on Catherine, or do a fourth playthrough of Persona 4. Or a sixth playthrough of FFVIII. Or a... fifteenth playthrough of Symphony of the Night. Decisions, decisions.

I'm focusing on the games because after Thanksgiving my best friend from high school is coming to town and I'm both nervous and excited. Honestly, I'm equal parts horrified for her to see who I am now and psyched that I get to see her again. Video games are so much easier to think about.

Unless they're Killer7. That game is bananas.

#1: I kinda suck at pattern-making.
#2: I would wear the shit out of alla that.
#3: I WANT THIS SO BAD.

Sliiiiightly tipsy. Like, half a bottle of wine and a double Pina Colada. Not able to understand point spread functions anymore. I may not have understood them completely sober either, but shh about that. I did order a Skymall catalog, though. I'd say that's a win.

I want to write fic, but I fear it will make no sense in the morning. Perhaps this calls for more alcohol? Or more Gobstoppers. Freakin' love Gobstoppers.

Ate some soba, drank some black lager, and watched the Mythbusters' Alaska special. Feeling slightly... homesick? Is it still homesick if it's wanting to visit where you spent more than half of your life thus far but haven't been to in almost ten years? Anyway, whatever that feeling would be. I'm that.

On the plus side, Adam's reaction to the yeti was hilarious and adorable at the same time.

Also, I spent way too much money today. Granted, it was all on awesome stuff and I think the only thing I purchased full price was glow-in-the-dark embroidery floss for a staggering $2.50, but I'm still rocking the guilt. Not buyer's remorse. I don't regret obtaining these objects. I will wear the jeans and play the game and craft with the beads and... cuddle the unicorn pillow pet... I just have this lingering mental block when it comes to spending money on myself. Like I'm not worth it, even though I've done so much therapy to work on that. Damn.

Sleep? Sleep.