006 will be here in less than 17 hours, and mania is in full force...
You would think I would get some mania before the wee hours of the evening, but that just has never been how my mania has worked. AM came over tonight, and we laughed and laughed. She indeed ate the Thai Peanut Butter Pork, and said it was awesome, along with some of that strawberry spinach concoction. MFNJ came down for a hot minute to get her leftover tupperware, some of the salad, and a piece of banana bread I had saved her. I asked her if she wanted a sampling of the dinner, and she's like, "I wouldn't say no."
Apparently, it is bangin' and made of win.
I think I maybe rested a half hour after my cousin left, then started the mania again. I've cleaned floors, and vacuumed at 2300 hours. Thankfully, my creepy neighbor didn't come down. I've baked salmon, made mango salsa, and finally made up the guest room. While the study part of it is a fail, the bed looks bangin'. If my bed wasn't so amazing, I'd sleep in this bitch myself.
My bedroom, on the other hand, is a giant fail and needs some laundry done to it. Or something. I like to think I shouldn't put the mattress topper on there if I'm just going to change the sheets anyway, but I don't know when I would next need to change my sheets, feel me? There's been a decided lack of punctuation around lately, and it makes me sad.
However, though I didn't get to really talk to Hustla, I now have my Tech Support Boyfriend, who makes me giggle too early in the morning without caffeine. The Starship AGAIN went to another system, so I needed to get my machine up and running. I needed to talk to him since I was missing icons, and this developed into an hour and a half long conversation. Because that's how I roll. I asked for his email so I could email him should my system fail again, or go all BSOD on me, so we exchanged emails.
And continued to email throughout the day.
Not only did I have the usual providers emailing me, and outside contacts (I actually was able to talk with Salsa for a spell!), I had Hunny sending me T-shirts and then Tech Support Boyfriend (I will probably have to come up with a better name, heh) constantly emailing me back and forth. I am amused.
AM said to me tonight that I look significantly better than I had throughout the past year; she said she was "impressed" with me, since she hates the word "proud." I do feel like my life is my own, this apartment is my own, and dammit, I'm enjoying it. Apparently, a large group of folks were collectively worried about me last year, but nobody really quite knew what/how to tell me since they had never seen me like that for an extended period of time. It's just good to know that I have my life back. And maybe Six-Foot-Three is not full of people from the Valley, but between Maryland people and Pennsylvania people, this is a constantly revolving door. I'm satisfied with it.
While I am not satisfied with my job, I know my job. I apparently need to complete some sort of self evaluation for my annual review. I don't think I can quite write, "Stop fucking changing everything, kthnx. And don't treat me like an imbecile!" on my handy review. I went through three supervisors in the past year, and they continue to change my job description. And now? They've deleted my voicemail capacity. So if you call behavioral health/substance abuse services in your time of need, my phone disconnects on you. I love this quality of care. /end sarcasm
Regardless, this weekend is going to be awesome with 006 and 006½ coming down. We will eat crabs, hopefully shoot pool, and I will make 006 feel tall in my too-short home. There's been discussion of firing up the old N64 to play Mario Party, which makes me giggle a lot. I'll probably cook and amaze folks, since this is not part of the Jessie Schema. We'll do a lot of driving, and I'll show my new car.
On the phone this evening, 006 said, "I just want to see the ocean."
"Well, I don't think that's going to happen."
"Aren't you by the water?"
"Water, yes. Ocean, no. We'd have to drive three hours to get to the ocean."
"I thought Baltimore was by the water?"
"It is, but it's the Bay."
"Whatever! As long as it's not the friggin' river!"
I'll take them to my beloved Essex, we'll eat crabs in a restaurant I have been many, many times, and I'll probably say "hon" a lot. Dern is actually picking me up tomorrow, and then they'll pick me up at the Starship since traffic is a fail in Baltimore. I don't know what else to do with them, but we'll smoke a lot of cigarettes and there'll be lots of stories...
... many raccoons and banjos, complete with skunks eating condoms.
Apparently, it is bangin' and made of win.
I think I maybe rested a half hour after my cousin left, then started the mania again. I've cleaned floors, and vacuumed at 2300 hours. Thankfully, my creepy neighbor didn't come down. I've baked salmon, made mango salsa, and finally made up the guest room. While the study part of it is a fail, the bed looks bangin'. If my bed wasn't so amazing, I'd sleep in this bitch myself.
My bedroom, on the other hand, is a giant fail and needs some laundry done to it. Or something. I like to think I shouldn't put the mattress topper on there if I'm just going to change the sheets anyway, but I don't know when I would next need to change my sheets, feel me? There's been a decided lack of punctuation around lately, and it makes me sad.
However, though I didn't get to really talk to Hustla, I now have my Tech Support Boyfriend, who makes me giggle too early in the morning without caffeine. The Starship AGAIN went to another system, so I needed to get my machine up and running. I needed to talk to him since I was missing icons, and this developed into an hour and a half long conversation. Because that's how I roll. I asked for his email so I could email him should my system fail again, or go all BSOD on me, so we exchanged emails.
And continued to email throughout the day.
Not only did I have the usual providers emailing me, and outside contacts (I actually was able to talk with Salsa for a spell!), I had Hunny sending me T-shirts and then Tech Support Boyfriend (I will probably have to come up with a better name, heh) constantly emailing me back and forth. I am amused.
AM said to me tonight that I look significantly better than I had throughout the past year; she said she was "impressed" with me, since she hates the word "proud." I do feel like my life is my own, this apartment is my own, and dammit, I'm enjoying it. Apparently, a large group of folks were collectively worried about me last year, but nobody really quite knew what/how to tell me since they had never seen me like that for an extended period of time. It's just good to know that I have my life back. And maybe Six-Foot-Three is not full of people from the Valley, but between Maryland people and Pennsylvania people, this is a constantly revolving door. I'm satisfied with it.
While I am not satisfied with my job, I know my job. I apparently need to complete some sort of self evaluation for my annual review. I don't think I can quite write, "Stop fucking changing everything, kthnx. And don't treat me like an imbecile!" on my handy review. I went through three supervisors in the past year, and they continue to change my job description. And now? They've deleted my voicemail capacity. So if you call behavioral health/substance abuse services in your time of need, my phone disconnects on you. I love this quality of care. /end sarcasm
Regardless, this weekend is going to be awesome with 006 and 006½ coming down. We will eat crabs, hopefully shoot pool, and I will make 006 feel tall in my too-short home. There's been discussion of firing up the old N64 to play Mario Party, which makes me giggle a lot. I'll probably cook and amaze folks, since this is not part of the Jessie Schema. We'll do a lot of driving, and I'll show my new car.
On the phone this evening, 006 said, "I just want to see the ocean."
"Well, I don't think that's going to happen."
"Aren't you by the water?"
"Water, yes. Ocean, no. We'd have to drive three hours to get to the ocean."
"I thought Baltimore was by the water?"
"It is, but it's the Bay."
"Whatever! As long as it's not the friggin' river!"
I'll take them to my beloved Essex, we'll eat crabs in a restaurant I have been many, many times, and I'll probably say "hon" a lot. Dern is actually picking me up tomorrow, and then they'll pick me up at the Starship since traffic is a fail in Baltimore. I don't know what else to do with them, but we'll smoke a lot of cigarettes and there'll be lots of stories...
... many raccoons and banjos, complete with skunks eating condoms.