A bit of a grab-bag entry (er ... as though that's anything unusual) as I try to get ready for Pennsic.

Baitcon: I mentioned that there were lots of folks ( Read more... )

The good and bad: I finally felt well enough to go to the doctor. That's mostly good, but it means I'm now incredibly exhausted on a rehearsal night.Oh. Never mind. My ride to rehearsal tonight fell through -- I got the phone call while I was writing this.

The inconvenient: Lots and lots and lots ( Read more... )

Nearly everything I've managed to accomplish since returning from Conterpoint, I've done in the last six hours. But hey, I did at least get something done -- the drums are moved away from the basement door, so I can do laundry once I catch my breath; there's finally a path to the vacuum cleaner that I'm too exhausted to use; and ( what's done and not done... )

Dear blood-cooler,

If you're going to squirt out whatever hormone it is that keeps our muscles from moving when we dream we're moving, it doesn't really do any of us any good unless you actually fall asleep instead of a) lying there thinking thinky thoughts ( Read more... )

Despite slightly more comfortable weather (81°F/51%) I'm not having a very comfortable day. Listless, dizzy, achy -- and though I get hungry, I really don't feel like cooking, or even eatingall I want to do is drink, and I don't reall want to drink water ( Read more... )

folkmew pointed out that Musician's Friend (a place I bought stuff from last century but whose catalog ( Read more... )

This is annoying: although I can walk in a straight line this morning, and even up and down stairs (not perfectly comfortably, but a whole lot better than some days!), every time I change direction, it feels as though my knees are about to buckle. Disconcerting as all hell. Hope this doesn't last long.

(or: Twenty Five Minutes Of Typing In Lieu Of A Scream)

Poor sleep all week,
Constantly feeling tired / sleepy / dizzy / achy / weak,
Out of sorts and out of synch;
Too many 'to-do's put off "until I feel well enough to cope".

Tired enough to think I had a chance
To find my way to slumber early;
Took my meds, then fought my own damn legs
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Wednesday morning I got very little sleep, so getting less ( Read more... )

I wonder what my body's rate of hair growth is in grams/day.

But no, my curiosity is not quite strong enough to impel me to perform the obvious experiment.