Oh no.
D: D: D: D:
He is still asleep. I’m annoyed.
Today little dude got on the wrong city bus and there was a big crisis involving the police. Everything is ok now but today can fucking die in a fire.
Apparently I can wear through good shoes from the inside, and then it is much more expensive to fix than if I wear them through the soles on the outside. We have sent them to Vancouver for an expert opinion on which it is.
A shoe I’d been eyeing was part of a black friday sale and I didn’t buy it because I wasn’t sure of my size, and now there are only two in my size in the country and they’re back to full price. They are holding them for me at the other store until eod Saturday for me to try on. I do not know what my bonus is until end of next week.
FUCK
I picked up meat on the way home and decided to make a curry stew thing. I thought I put in a block of frozen coconut cream. After an hour in the oven, I’m pretty sure that was a container of cream. I just so rarely have actual cream in the freezer, I assume any 1 cup container of a frozen white liquid is coconut milk.
I really hope that beef laksa with 35% cream is not a waste of the beef and the cream. I won’t know for another 90 minutes when the beef has finished cooking.
Oh wow. I’m really glad things are ok.
I need a fleece-lined sports bra. My nipples are painfully erect.
Holy shit, that sounds terrifying. Glad little dude is OK!
Agile is dumb.
I don’t know if I have period cramps or have to poop or both.
I have zero energy and monumental tasks. These two things are incongruous.
The answer is BOTH!
Also this is my second period since I got my IUD and I am producing truly amazing quantities.
I have to write out what i did at work each week. Every week. I’m a scientist. I did science. Sometimes it takes months for results to be definitive. So stop acting like I didn’t do anything because the people who support various tools and systems operationally have a longer list of accomplishments for the week.
Also, my bosses still don’t understand what a box plot is. It’s been a year.
I had a lunch meeting with my boss, and she had a ton of ceviche left over that we had all been sharing. She wasn’t going to take it home, so she said I could. I was impressed with my free food acquiring abilities, but on the way home the leftover ceviche leaked allllll over my bag. Luckily it’s a tote bag so I can wash it.
I suspect I have killed yet another air plant.
I gave a beloved pair of shoes that no longer fit to Goodwill. Complaint - apparently I only sent one, the other one is still on a shelf. Doh.
It’s-18 and I have to go outside later.
The rest of the week will be even colder.
I miss reading. I used to read every night before bed. I’ve done this for many many years. Unfortunately, Tiny Baby precludes this because I just need sleep and can’t afford to spend the time reading- also the light would keep the baby awake since her bassinet is next to me.
This is a tiny complaint because, while it’s a major disruption to my identity (and community in the form of my book club), it’s a small sacrifice compared to the delight of finally having a bub here.
Update to my complaint: the wind chill is -27