Stupid fucker spent most of the night doing laps, out the cat door, over the roof, into the courtyard and straight to the outdoor entry to my bedroom and then would proceed to yowl until I let him in…
The bastard then spent the whole day sleeping…
Good thing he is cute!
It was so painful that my brain is muddled I had to type the first line 3 times.
Most painful massage I have ever had. I actually thought I was doing really well pain wise… Apparently, I was wrong.
Darcy kept me up for most of the night, the rest of the night I just couldn’t sleep. Off to the dentist this morning and my toothache turns out to be a massive infection and a dead nerve in one of my front teeth. Root Canal I hear you say, sure, why not, but only one thanks, I don’t have the headspace for two.
Back home, in bed, grumpy as fuck and just over it. I’m over my health being a problem, I’m over feeling weak and useless, I’m over not working and I’m angry I’m not really all that capable of work.
I’m just, angry.
I just walked away from half my dirty dishes.
So I hit 21 meals last night, actually, I’ve just had breakfast so I guess that makes 22. I’ve got hydro in an hour or so and I’m fucking exhausted.
I’m cramping like crazy and just generally sore. Fatigue is pretty good today, or at least this morning. I just, feel like I need a month or so to rest. But, the house, looks like a bombshell hit it. A beautiful bombshell, but a bombshell none the less.
I’ve got a stack of things in the process of being unpacked, all my painting gear is half cleaned and then there is the general mess all over the place, my kitchen is trashed and half unpacked and my bedroom has stuff from my lounge room, my clean washing I’ve not been able to put away as well as the mess from having a flare on Friday and Saturday..
The painting looks beautiful, I really really love it, but sadly I’m still ready to douse the house in petrol and set it on fire… Sigh..
And I’m not even allowed to tell you about my craft room disaster…
I got a bit teary at about 4pm-ish, which was kinda predicable, but otherwise I got a fair bit done.
The house actually feels like it’s a place someone was moving in. It feels pretty good. Looks like a bloody bombshell hit it but it feels good.
Had some tea. And now to the unpacking…..
The can of redbull I had a lunchtime yesterday doesn’t help either…
They say they are too dark and having more than one colour is a bad move but I am in love, and really, I’ll be repainting the place in ten years or so, which means having bold colours and making it my own isn’t really all that big a deal.
I feel like I can breath again now I have the lounge room back. I’ve got the ceilings to do, a little tweaking in my craft alcove and the trims/one wall in the dining room, then I’ve done everything I’ve set out to do lately…
Also, it’s 7pm and I want to go to bed….
Busy busy day…