Note to self:

Dear self,

The world does NOT revolve around you. Just because you can see what could happen doesn't mean that the other person wants it to happen.

Get it? Now, pray to God that your apology is accepted.

Oh, and DON'T open the package!

Thank you, everyone,

For your kind comments, and for reaching out.

Please forgive my anger and my unkind words.

I don't believe this...

I make a snarky comment about the "change of power" in Congress, and I get over 60 comments. I make a post about gender roles and I get 60-someodd comments.

I mention three soldiers dying from my husband's unit, and I get ten people commenting or contacting me off LJ.

Oh well, they're just stupid soldiers who are stuck in Iraq, right?

I realize that people have lives, really I do, but when I get my ass chewed of for having the audacity to criticize the "mass mandate" being crowed about in the media, but for some reason the post about three soldiers dying goes unoticed, I get pissed off.

Yes, folx get sick, folx have things to do other than read LJ, unless of course, it's a thread that they can jump in with both feet and whale on someone with the opposite viewpoint.

Shows what I know about what folx think is important.

As always, take this if it applies, and leave it if it doesn't.

So, it's probably not that big a deal to you....

But I just installed my wireless, natural keyboard and wireless mouse to the laptop. Glory glory glory!

Now I can type a bit easier, though I am going to have to get used to the curved shape again. Have a real mouse is wonderful.

Just to let you know...

The world is going to end shortly.

How do I know this? It's simply.

I cleaned out my truck. No, seriously. There are still some odds and ends that need to come out, but you can actually see the floorboards in the cargo area and the back seats are clear. I could actually put them down and use the *entire* cargo area if I needed to.

Oh, and I went out to the storage unit and cleaned it up a bit too. Dragged a bunch of boxes, including some stuff left over from my pagan days, to the compactor and pitched it all. Wow.

Granted, now it looks as though my truck and my storage unit has exploded over our living room, but that shall be fixed shortly. Well, maybe not so shortly, but it will be fixed. I'm working on my sewing area right now, trying to sort sewing in to one half and crafts/art supplies in to the other half, so we shall see how well that works.

I finally have a place to hang stuff up in the sewing area though. I took a 1/2" x 24" galv pipe, put a "T" junction on each end, and have lain it atop both bookshelves to span the gap between them and give me a rod of sorts. I really like it, and it's giving me a good place to put costumey bits. My browncoat has taken up residence on the rod, as have some other sewing projects.

I think I might actually go out to the storage unit and pick up the pieces I have for end tables and a "coffee table" bench and get those worked on. I need to get them done, preferably before we move. I also have some for bedside tables, and whipping up the slipcovers for those should be fairly easy. I'll need to get glass cut to go on the top, but that's easy enough, I suppose. After it's cut, I think I'll use some of the etching solution to decorate the tops, as the silk is a plain bronzey color. It's lustrous and stunning, but it's a plain weave.

Geez, I'm tired. Really tired, but I need to keep up my momentum, so I'll be posting this and then waiting on the timer to go off to tell me it's back to work. I'm spending 20 minutes cleaning and then 10 minutes screwing around, so that I don't get burnt out and just pitch it all. I would like the apartment to be all neat and clean again so that I can work on other things.

I can dream, right?

Cracked heels...

Just piss me off.

Grrr. Off to soak my poor feets and then, give myself a pedicure.

Ah well, at least I'm getting a pedicure out of it. Now, if I could just run on the heel, that would be better.

I just spent....

Way too much time looking through a list of war dead.

I shouldn't do that.

Halloween wasn't good...

And I was actually kind of surprised. I went to a Halloween party for a friend of mine in one of my art classes, and it was okay until one of the other folx showed up. She was dressed as Dick Cheney, during the duck hunt fiasco, and while I thought the costume was a bit...silly, I didn't mind it too much...until I realized that she had a toy rifle with caps.

I realize that it was a toy, but still...watching that muzzle zip around the room, with *zero* regard for who was around and where it was pointed. Add in the fact that she had caps in the stupid things, and she was just pulling the trigger randomly. I started to get really edgy and started to get more and more nervous and jumpy and I actually ended up having to leave.

Great. How fun.

I am so tired and melancholy today...

Although a call from John helped cheer me up. I don't know why, but I'm just...blah. I guess my body didn't think I really understood that I needed rest, because I slept through my alarms this morning, and when I finally opened my eyes, I though...wow, it's bright out at 0600. Yeah, no. It was 1130. YOIKES!

I'm starting to think that more than nine credit hours are more than I can do this time around. It seems like 12 is just a wee bit too much, and I hate it, but I'm just so tired all the time. I feel like a bit of a failure, but that's just me being critical of myself. Part of it is the scheduling, that I know. I can't keep focused during the five-plus hour break between the 2D design class and the History class. It's like I have a brain removal during that time. An hour or an hour and a half is okay, but five hours is waaaaaay too long.

So, I'm going to think about it during work, and see if I want to suck up another W on the transcript, which is better than a D or an F in the class. I have to learn that limitations do not mean "I suck," but rather "There's only so much I can do!"

Ah well, John will still love me, even if I'm only a 3/4 time student. ;-)