well it's about time i had a nice day.
today:
- woke a little early, couldn't go back to sleep, so pulled laptop into bed and internetted under the covers. also there was snow?! it was a little storybookish really.
- could barely swallow my banana and only just managed to down a cup of coffee -- the nausea's been coming and going all day; I think I'm finally fine and then fifteen minutes later WHOA VERTIGO. but thanks to OCEANS OF CAFFEINE and possibly my brain wires beginning to reconnect in important places was creepily cheerful at work. in fact, felt rather more like proper self than I have in some weeks -- talking companionably to the vegetables (much easier than co-workers) and not being too tired to sing the songs stuck in my head. also I had STORYFEELINGS about something -- I remember having to bite back my wild absurd grin over it -- but now I can't remember the details; this will bother me. (COME BACK. PLEASE COME BACK.)
- got off shift the first at two, came home, immediately flung on jeans and stripey blouse and cosy red sweater; hurtled to library in tall boots and a bowler. the snow was very cosy -- I keep waffling on whether I feel grown-upedly bleak about it (SO INCONVENIENT AND WET) or childishly delighted, because snow is so beautiful and there's something close and warm about the way the world is when it's snowing. at least until after the first week of January, when cold wet nonsense from the sky ceases to be anything but an abomination.
- also the masquerade mask I impulse-ordered (well... it was a long-brewing impulse) was in the mail basket for me this afternoon. O DELIGHT. it is gorgeous. also a wee bit sparkly!
- danced to Glen Miller with my baby sister. :)
- scrambled to second shift. was, again, weirdly cheerful for me-at-work. was I still counting down the hours from the moment I clocked in? yes. was every second a shackle around my soul? not as much. (still want to quit and DYE MY HAIR TURQUOISE, though. it's just... been less awful today. I feel terrible that I feel so terrible at work, though! it's not a bad job! my co-workers are no better or worse than the average jumble of normal humans! I just... do not belong there?)
- also got off forty-five minutes early. WHOO. detoured to buy a bottle of wine and still got home far and away before I would have even left normally. (I LOVE BEING ABLE TO BUY WINE. CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE BEING ABLE TO BUY WINE? both legally and monetarily. also have now been carded... twice? maybe three times? out of the rather-more-times-than-that I have bought alcohol. this intrigues me. do I exude ~responsibility~? I'm often mistaken for older than I am, but I do not look out-of-carding-range age. I mean, they carded Dad at the Irish Festival, and he's past fifty and has a greying beard. maybe they thought it was a disguise.)
- had wine and toast and telly in bed. am cosy. strangely good day, by the reckonings of such things.