Random quote: "The power of Mr. Clean compels you!"
Got up this morning at 10 a.m., thinking that was pretty fine and maybe I wasn't going to waste the whole day just because of being up so late the night before. Then I remembered that I didn't really have anything I was obliged to do today. Which was good, as it turned out, because my ribs hurt a lot worse today for some reason. I think maybe the chiro stirred things up a bit. There was a point yesterday where I wasn't able to get up off her table, much to my surprise. Lying down has been the biggest difficulty for me since the accident. It's not that I can't move, it doesn't hurt *that* much, it usually just makes me wince, and sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and have to take some painkiler. But this was the same pain only multiplied - pins and rubberbands poking and stretching in my lower back and just below my right shoulder blade. She said that my muscles have been locked into place, trying to help support the out-of-alignment bones, and she loosened some of that up. All I can say is: Ouch!
After breakfast, (Jimmy made eggs, bacon and biscuits - love that man), I took some Advil and tuned out on the couch. Watched Stargate, though I came into it after the part I was particularly wanting to see again, (I had been thinking about it earlier this week), that didn't stop me from watching the rest of the movie. Then I caught Hellboy on the action movie channel, right from the beginning. After that it was a Halloween decorating special that was so lame that I fell asleep. I woke up, came upstairs and fell back asleep for another hour or so, while Jimmy finally got a chance to catch up to me in Dungeon Seige II.
When I finally woke up I felt fuzzy-headed and disconnected, very similar to the completely depleted feeling of the day after spending a full day drunk. (Speaking of drunk, I wish I had some booze around here - champagne would be really nice - anything but red wine, which is the only thing I do have - ain't that just the way?) Jimmy made pancakes for dinner, bless him, and is now downstairs watching Unforgiven. Which is a fine movie, I suppose, but I'm so not in the mood. I feel like I could go back to bed right now and sleep through the night, and yet at the same time unfulfilled in a way that makes that idea unappealing. I wish I could take a shower and shave my legs - I feel all furry and not myself - but we're out of razor blades. I have mentioned the part where we're broke, right?
Also, the fact that Halloween hasn't actually passed yet? Seems odd. Last night I had the feeling a few times like "Where are the trick-or-treaters? Shouldn't we be handing out candy?" and had to remind myself that the actual holiday was still a few days away. Feel kind of like I shot my wad early. I wonder what the kids did today. Considering how tapped out I am, I'm kind of glad they weren't here. But I hope they're having fun.
This weekend is Jimmy's and my two year anniversary.
After breakfast, (Jimmy made eggs, bacon and biscuits - love that man), I took some Advil and tuned out on the couch. Watched Stargate, though I came into it after the part I was particularly wanting to see again, (I had been thinking about it earlier this week), that didn't stop me from watching the rest of the movie. Then I caught Hellboy on the action movie channel, right from the beginning. After that it was a Halloween decorating special that was so lame that I fell asleep. I woke up, came upstairs and fell back asleep for another hour or so, while Jimmy finally got a chance to catch up to me in Dungeon Seige II.
When I finally woke up I felt fuzzy-headed and disconnected, very similar to the completely depleted feeling of the day after spending a full day drunk. (Speaking of drunk, I wish I had some booze around here - champagne would be really nice - anything but red wine, which is the only thing I do have - ain't that just the way?) Jimmy made pancakes for dinner, bless him, and is now downstairs watching Unforgiven. Which is a fine movie, I suppose, but I'm so not in the mood. I feel like I could go back to bed right now and sleep through the night, and yet at the same time unfulfilled in a way that makes that idea unappealing. I wish I could take a shower and shave my legs - I feel all furry and not myself - but we're out of razor blades. I have mentioned the part where we're broke, right?
Also, the fact that Halloween hasn't actually passed yet? Seems odd. Last night I had the feeling a few times like "Where are the trick-or-treaters? Shouldn't we be handing out candy?" and had to remind myself that the actual holiday was still a few days away. Feel kind of like I shot my wad early. I wonder what the kids did today. Considering how tapped out I am, I'm kind of glad they weren't here. But I hope they're having fun.
This weekend is Jimmy's and my two year anniversary.