Oh lame
Lamest muscle cramp ever: Ironing Arm.
No, seriously. I actually ironed four shirts (FOUR! THATS FOUR TIMES MORE THAN IN THE LAST MONTH!) today and my arm hurts SO bad. I'm not sure what part of the ironing did it, but by the end I was like "never gripping anything with my right hand again". What's worse is how LAME an injury that is! LAME! Epic fail at ironing.
On the other hand, my 'needs ironing' shirts might be wearable now.
Considering my sex drive lately, I should have ended up with Masturbation Hand or something, but I didn't. That would be somewhat embarrassing but somewhat less lame.
Someone or some part of my brain is really enjoying extremely crude 'sex' humor lately. It's appalling, really. Example - setting up the New Release board at work. Spelling out "Joe Cocker" and some little part says "Oh! Leave it at 'Joe Cock', that would be SO funny... hehehehehe". WTF brain. W.T.F. It would NOT be funny. It would be stupid. And not funny. At all.
I'm sure the stupid 'humor' is tied into the ramped sex drive. Oh well. It will pass, and I don't know why it's here right now. I didn't increase my dose of T. I didn't change my injection schedule. I haven't had the other cycle since April. I don't think anything hormonal is screwing things up, in other words. I'm stressed, and that usually sinks it. Autumn approaches, and autumn/winter never helps ANYTHING mood-wise. It's all over peculiar.
Oh wow, I just cracked my wrist and things got SO much better.
I started going through my CDs today. Putting everything back in its case, since my old method of having the actual CDs in holders sorted by type in my car is outdated with the advent of MP3 Cds... they might as well go back in the case. As I put them away, I'm sorting them out into "I've ripped and burned it" and "still needs to go to MP3". I've learned something. I have a LOT of CDs. A LOT. As in, I need to bring more of my handy 30 count boxes home if I'm gonna pack my DVDs in them too. How in heaven's name did I end up with all this music and it never feels like enough? To be fair of course, some of them are Doctor Who audios, which aren't music, but it never feels like I have enough of those, either.
I have a feeling when I round up my DVDs I will have a similar experience. Expect a "how the hell did I end up with all these DVDs" post in a few days.
This week is Changeover at work, and last night I had a dream that not only was I in the middle of Changeover, but we had a blackout, and during the blackout, someone swiped ALL THE CDS off the wall feature fixture, and all the little metal holders, too. Why can I not escape work even in my dreams??
Basically, today I succeeded in downloading stuff, playing WoW (for some reason, farming for a couple things in Durnholde Keep was really fun and I didn't want to stop, even though it should have been boring...), spending time with my cat, sorting CDs, doing laundry, and exercising. Though that last is probably canceled out by the fact that I ate particularly badly. Oh well. And here's me wanting to lose weight in time for surgery that I want to schedule for early next year. Go me.
All in all, it was too short of a day off. But thanks to my parents taking my brother back off to college, at least it was a day off TO MYSELF. Whee!
No, seriously. I actually ironed four shirts (FOUR! THATS FOUR TIMES MORE THAN IN THE LAST MONTH!) today and my arm hurts SO bad. I'm not sure what part of the ironing did it, but by the end I was like "never gripping anything with my right hand again". What's worse is how LAME an injury that is! LAME! Epic fail at ironing.
On the other hand, my 'needs ironing' shirts might be wearable now.
Considering my sex drive lately, I should have ended up with Masturbation Hand or something, but I didn't. That would be somewhat embarrassing but somewhat less lame.
Someone or some part of my brain is really enjoying extremely crude 'sex' humor lately. It's appalling, really. Example - setting up the New Release board at work. Spelling out "Joe Cocker" and some little part says "Oh! Leave it at 'Joe Cock', that would be SO funny... hehehehehe". WTF brain. W.T.F. It would NOT be funny. It would be stupid. And not funny. At all.
I'm sure the stupid 'humor' is tied into the ramped sex drive. Oh well. It will pass, and I don't know why it's here right now. I didn't increase my dose of T. I didn't change my injection schedule. I haven't had the other cycle since April. I don't think anything hormonal is screwing things up, in other words. I'm stressed, and that usually sinks it. Autumn approaches, and autumn/winter never helps ANYTHING mood-wise. It's all over peculiar.
Oh wow, I just cracked my wrist and things got SO much better.
I started going through my CDs today. Putting everything back in its case, since my old method of having the actual CDs in holders sorted by type in my car is outdated with the advent of MP3 Cds... they might as well go back in the case. As I put them away, I'm sorting them out into "I've ripped and burned it" and "still needs to go to MP3". I've learned something. I have a LOT of CDs. A LOT. As in, I need to bring more of my handy 30 count boxes home if I'm gonna pack my DVDs in them too. How in heaven's name did I end up with all this music and it never feels like enough? To be fair of course, some of them are Doctor Who audios, which aren't music, but it never feels like I have enough of those, either.
I have a feeling when I round up my DVDs I will have a similar experience. Expect a "how the hell did I end up with all these DVDs" post in a few days.
This week is Changeover at work, and last night I had a dream that not only was I in the middle of Changeover, but we had a blackout, and during the blackout, someone swiped ALL THE CDS off the wall feature fixture, and all the little metal holders, too. Why can I not escape work even in my dreams??
Basically, today I succeeded in downloading stuff, playing WoW (for some reason, farming for a couple things in Durnholde Keep was really fun and I didn't want to stop, even though it should have been boring...), spending time with my cat, sorting CDs, doing laundry, and exercising. Though that last is probably canceled out by the fact that I ate particularly badly. Oh well. And here's me wanting to lose weight in time for surgery that I want to schedule for early next year. Go me.
All in all, it was too short of a day off. But thanks to my parents taking my brother back off to college, at least it was a day off TO MYSELF. Whee!