I wish I had a lot of candy to eat. Peppermint nougats. Chocolate covered peanuts. Dark chocolate covered dried cherries. Those tiny ice cream bites covered in chocolate. Nom nom nom nom. Alas I have, um, hmmmm, let’s see, some pocky left that I should save and, uh, sweet pickled ginger. Not satisfying. Though not fattening I guess.
I want to sew crazy covers for things, like heating pads and pillows and, um, anything you could possibly slip-cover. I am clearly becoming an old lady very quickly.
I am super excited about the impending Seattle/Portland visit (nine days away!!) but kind of anxious too. I know I’ve only bothered to contact two friends to see while I am there, and I do feel a little guilty about that. Alas I had to make sacrifices and I just can’t fit that much in this time that isn’t family. And indeed the two people I am trying to make plans with really are family more than anything. Oh man, and I need to pack. And finish gift shopping. And generally freak out for bit before it’s time to go home and visit.
I am really tired. I could probably go to sleep right now. Instead I am drinking endless cups of tea, typing and watching incredibly shitty movies. Tired, so tired, and yet I can’t even get it together to go to bed. Bed would be so nice. I could have a heating pad on achy bits and more tea, and I could read and snuggle under the giant fluffy blankets. And still here I am, on the couch, with the laptop and shitty TV. No, I don’t what’s wrong with me, other than that I can’t even do the right thing for myself even when I know what the right thing is.
I do have a lot of projects and things I could be working on. Except I am too tired. You know, I just don’t like Sunday nights. They are the loneliest and when I feel like this I just can’t do enough to distract myself. I should just go to bed. Tell me again why I am not there.