It’s a beautiful day here on the East coast. Sixty-five degrees and sunny. There’s only one problem – the wind is blowing so hard it took the window screens with it. Whoops. It’s for the best, I suppose. With as windy as it is, I’m sure all of the salt that has been dumped onto the roads is kicking up and won’t help my head funk when it comes billowing into my room. Winter will return in force this weekend and that makes me happy. I enjoy sunny days but prefer those sunny days to be on the cold side.
I had a couple of appointments this week. I don’t have the cajones to write about what’s up, let alone think about it. It’s my head-in-sand, ass-in-air routine. There’s only so much I can handle at a time. For now, I avoid, ignore, and pretend nothing is going on.
I’ve crocheted my wrists into a sandy, inflamed oblivion. It’s a good thing I got my last project completed before having to throw in the towel for a while. This means my hands are unoccupied. I’m in destructo mode! I tore down the black-out curtains that Harpy put up and replaced them with some off-white linen curtains that filter light, rather than completely blocking it out. The only time I want to live in a cave is when I’ve got a migraine. The old curtains were hideous, yet I didn’t say this to her after she put them up because I’m not always a snot. Most of the time, but not always.
Too much time spent on my feet tearing the walls down equals sleepless nights. There isn’t a drug in the ‘verse that can touch this pain. I’m probably punishing myself because I’m pissed off. I plan to have an inauguration party that involves lots of eats and drinks to punish myself and all of my various parts. I’m so fucking depressed. And angry. Have I mentioned that I’m angry?
One reason I don’t mind sharing is that our housing assholes decided they need to limit our water usage, so they’re coming in to replace the toilets and showerheads with more efficient, water-saving versions. Rental insurance was excluded from our rent starting next month and now we have to deal with clogged toilets and showerheads that mist rather than spray? Fuck that. I’m changing the locks. I’d like to see them let themselves in to fuck with my shitters then. I’m very protective of my porcelain Gods. I need them and I need them to flush as they currently do. I want to be able to flush a squirrel without causing a flood, thank you very fuck. Shit, much. Thank you very much.