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Why aren't I asleep? I took codeine, I took Tylenol, I took a half a sleeping pill, and then 70 minutes later I took the other half. Why, oh why? Oh, wait, I know. It's the goddam gall blatter attacks, I bet. I could be wrong, but I'm guessing I'm not. Frak. Me.
I haven't done more than cat nap for, well, this will be the third night. Not good. I borrowed the Jeep today so I could drive Dar to her dentist appointment this afternoon. This involves an almost two hour round trip both morning and evening plus whatever errands I have to run in between. Dar's appointment ran late (poor thing is having the necrotic bone in her jaw drilled out), and by the time we were heading it home it was after 7 PM. I'd already picked Mark up from work by this time and was going zombified in the back seat. I was shaking from fatigue, and then I started to disorient. Always fun. I got a moment of real panic when I absolutely did not know where I was anymore, but fortunately it was only a moment. I had to crawl up the steps at home and ended up just sitting there for a few minutes to gather myself. Verrrrrra weird night. That's how tired I was. And how tired I still am.
The LBGT community is pretty pissed off today because HBO failed to include the invocation by the Rt. Rev. Gene Robinson yesterday as the prelude to the We Are One concert. It was to be the primary official act of the Inauguration celebration, and it certainly was a sop to us queer types as an apology for giving Ol' HomoHater Rick Warren the invocation to the actual inauguration. So it appears to be a miscommunication between HBO and Team Obama with TO stepping up to take ultimate responsibility. HBO has said that it will from now on be included in all future showings of the concert, and I believe that they'll be rebroadcasting it tomorrow. It's supposed to be a powerful prayer - low on Jesus talk and high on social justice. Please try to check it out.
I'm going to let my hair grow out. I was thinking that I really, really want to get it cut, but then it looks good for about three weeks before it starts to get all nasty looking again. I'm going to let it go for a few more months and then get it cut all one length. At least it will grow out somewhat evenly, and if push comes to shove I can cut it my own damn self. Now the big question is: bangs or no bangs. I'm thinking no, but i'll see how it grows.
I'm making plans to go away for a bit. After Dar's brother leaves, so that should be about two months, I guess. I'm feeling housebound and trapped, especially since my car has been dead for a few months now. The stupid winter weather isn't helping; it's not like I can go take a walk somewhere or hang out in the back field. We really can't afford much, and I'm not looking for extravagance or luxury. I was thinking of throwing myself on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sffan or dumbphilomel. I also have a book that lists convents and monastaries and other sites of religious retreats. I did that once: took a few days off and spent them in a convent in Biddeford, Maine. It was lovely, right on the ocean. And God knows that the price is right for those kinds of stays. Yeah, maybe I'll check that out. I'd love it if Dar could come with me, but I don't know that the both of us can leave at the same time anymore.
Sleeeeep. Man, it's 2AM. This sucks. I'm going to give it another shot.
I haven't done more than cat nap for, well, this will be the third night. Not good. I borrowed the Jeep today so I could drive Dar to her dentist appointment this afternoon. This involves an almost two hour round trip both morning and evening plus whatever errands I have to run in between. Dar's appointment ran late (poor thing is having the necrotic bone in her jaw drilled out), and by the time we were heading it home it was after 7 PM. I'd already picked Mark up from work by this time and was going zombified in the back seat. I was shaking from fatigue, and then I started to disorient. Always fun. I got a moment of real panic when I absolutely did not know where I was anymore, but fortunately it was only a moment. I had to crawl up the steps at home and ended up just sitting there for a few minutes to gather myself. Verrrrrra weird night. That's how tired I was. And how tired I still am.
The LBGT community is pretty pissed off today because HBO failed to include the invocation by the Rt. Rev. Gene Robinson yesterday as the prelude to the We Are One concert. It was to be the primary official act of the Inauguration celebration, and it certainly was a sop to us queer types as an apology for giving Ol' HomoHater Rick Warren the invocation to the actual inauguration. So it appears to be a miscommunication between HBO and Team Obama with TO stepping up to take ultimate responsibility. HBO has said that it will from now on be included in all future showings of the concert, and I believe that they'll be rebroadcasting it tomorrow. It's supposed to be a powerful prayer - low on Jesus talk and high on social justice. Please try to check it out.
I'm going to let my hair grow out. I was thinking that I really, really want to get it cut, but then it looks good for about three weeks before it starts to get all nasty looking again. I'm going to let it go for a few more months and then get it cut all one length. At least it will grow out somewhat evenly, and if push comes to shove I can cut it my own damn self. Now the big question is: bangs or no bangs. I'm thinking no, but i'll see how it grows.
I'm making plans to go away for a bit. After Dar's brother leaves, so that should be about two months, I guess. I'm feeling housebound and trapped, especially since my car has been dead for a few months now. The stupid winter weather isn't helping; it's not like I can go take a walk somewhere or hang out in the back field. We really can't afford much, and I'm not looking for extravagance or luxury. I was thinking of throwing myself on
sffan or dumbphilomel. I also have a book that lists convents and monastaries and other sites of religious retreats. I did that once: took a few days off and spent them in a convent in Biddeford, Maine. It was lovely, right on the ocean. And God knows that the price is right for those kinds of stays. Yeah, maybe I'll check that out. I'd love it if Dar could come with me, but I don't know that the both of us can leave at the same time anymore.Sleeeeep. Man, it's 2AM. This sucks. I'm going to give it another shot.
