Effluvia, with Wheezing
So, I'm stillsmoking. Ha. (If you don't get why it isn't really funny, don't worry. It isn't, really, so you aren't missing anything. If you do, you're probably stalking me, so go away.:-P) I've gotten up to two cigarettes a night, and that seems like plenty. Of course, the last couple of nights I've had three. Now I wheeze with deep breaths, and I'm coughing. How the hell did I survive smoking two packs a day? I intend for this to be the last pack I have. Yes, that means I'm going to finish it. These things are expensive! I can't just throw them out!
Little Cat Z turns three tomorrow. We have to wrap presents tonight, and I guess I'd better bake a cake. Naturally, it's hot and humid today. Perfect weather for having the oven on, and for cake-baking. Little Cat Z talks about cake all the time, and if she sees a candle, she says, "Birthday!" or sometimes, "Birthday cake!" I feel this means I can't back out and do instant pudding or something not requiring extra heat in the house. I did, however, put my foot down this year, and I am only doing plain sheet cakes, or layer cakes. No more of these fancy-schmancy shaped cakes.
I hate having carpal tunnel syndrome. My entire arm hurts - up under my shoulderblade and into my neck even - to the point that my stomach is roiling, and I have no ibuprofen. Tylenol is not a NSAID, and so doesn't do much for CTS. So what do I do? I type about it. Brilliant.
I'm sure stacye13 has been waiting for me to bitch about Obama and his latest broken promise (accepting public funds, that would be, unless you know of something more recent than that), but I just haven't felt like it. I'd be either preaching to the choir, or falling on deaf ears, and I have better things to do. Maybe later, when I'm not wanting to gnaw my arm off at the shoulder.
Little Cat Z turns three tomorrow. We have to wrap presents tonight, and I guess I'd better bake a cake. Naturally, it's hot and humid today. Perfect weather for having the oven on, and for cake-baking. Little Cat Z talks about cake all the time, and if she sees a candle, she says, "Birthday!" or sometimes, "Birthday cake!" I feel this means I can't back out and do instant pudding or something not requiring extra heat in the house. I did, however, put my foot down this year, and I am only doing plain sheet cakes, or layer cakes. No more of these fancy-schmancy shaped cakes.
I hate having carpal tunnel syndrome. My entire arm hurts - up under my shoulderblade and into my neck even - to the point that my stomach is roiling, and I have no ibuprofen. Tylenol is not a NSAID, and so doesn't do much for CTS. So what do I do? I type about it. Brilliant.
I'm sure stacye13 has been waiting for me to bitch about Obama and his latest broken promise (accepting public funds, that would be, unless you know of something more recent than that), but I just haven't felt like it. I'd be either preaching to the choir, or falling on deaf ears, and I have better things to do. Maybe later, when I'm not wanting to gnaw my arm off at the shoulder.