Natterings
So R and I moved in together this weekend. I am sure there are lots of deep, important things to say about that but mostly right now, all I can say about it is that I'm tired, incredibly sore and I can't find any of my shoes.
Last night we tried to put together the bedroom expedit and it took forever. I knew how it was supposed to work - I've done it many times - but the floor is uneven and dippy and the expedit gets a little more battered every time and we got about three quarters of the way through and it just wouldn't go for love or money. I was crying and shouty and hot and sweaty and mad and R was getting smaller voiced and frustrated-er and worried-er (he reacts to stress much more nicely than I do) by the minute. I kept thinking if only there were some way to put the partially put together thing in the air, against the wall, it would totally be easy but there can't be. It's all going to fall apart and not hold up and die. But then R finally figured out that once we put both sides on we should be able to get it vertical and we were careful but we did it and then, magically, everything slotted in to place and it took like 5 minutes. Which, yay, but also omg arg we just spent 50 hours on that thing!
But hey, small, small, steps in getting my flat looking awesome. One day it will.
Also one day R and I will get to celebrate it properly. With whiskey and ice cream. What were you thinking? Shame on you.
In other news, I appear to have a "subconjuctival hemmorhage" which is were a portion of my eyeball looks RED AND BLOODY and CREEPY AS FUCK but it doesn't hurt or anything and is apparently "fine" and will go away within a week or two (A WEEK OR TWO ARE YOU SERIOUS?). But in the meantime, I look like the devil. Woe.
AND THEN not being able to find any of my shoes, I wore an old pair that I never wear anymore. I looked at them this morning and thought, why do I never wear them? They are so cute! Did I go through a period of hating wedges/slides?
No. No. They tear up my feet. I threw them in the trash the minute I got to work. Because now they have a taste for my blood and will never let me be again. So shortly I will go rooting through my drawer o'shoes at work and hope there is something that works with today's outfit.
Er, this turned into complain-o-fest. In happier news, I got up at a more decent hour today, feeling more rested. Two of the cats don't hate each other. (Weirdly, the two females.) I slept with a cat on my head and a cat on my feet last night. (Again, the two females.) Our new apartment is still gorgeous. The commute isn't actually much/at all longer, if a little more bitchy. I have a new favourite (expensive) thrift store and three new, awesome dresses. It is soso nice to come home to R. AND I might have accidentally on purpose (Totally On Purpose) set up two of my friends. We'll see how it goes, but it'd make me happy. PLUS I am reviewing more books and am about to finish one. So that'll help (slowly) recoup the costs of the move. Thankfully.
Ow my feet. Or rather #owmyfeet
Behind on Doctor Who, but hopefully we will catch up soon. Maybe even tonight? That would be fun!
OH also, best news possible. Our new flat has GREAT water pressure. Weirdly warm water in the kitchen sink, no plug in the bathroom (!!) but great water pressure. So, win.
Last night we tried to put together the bedroom expedit and it took forever. I knew how it was supposed to work - I've done it many times - but the floor is uneven and dippy and the expedit gets a little more battered every time and we got about three quarters of the way through and it just wouldn't go for love or money. I was crying and shouty and hot and sweaty and mad and R was getting smaller voiced and frustrated-er and worried-er (he reacts to stress much more nicely than I do) by the minute. I kept thinking if only there were some way to put the partially put together thing in the air, against the wall, it would totally be easy but there can't be. It's all going to fall apart and not hold up and die. But then R finally figured out that once we put both sides on we should be able to get it vertical and we were careful but we did it and then, magically, everything slotted in to place and it took like 5 minutes. Which, yay, but also omg arg we just spent 50 hours on that thing!
But hey, small, small, steps in getting my flat looking awesome. One day it will.
Also one day R and I will get to celebrate it properly. With whiskey and ice cream. What were you thinking? Shame on you.
In other news, I appear to have a "subconjuctival hemmorhage" which is were a portion of my eyeball looks RED AND BLOODY and CREEPY AS FUCK but it doesn't hurt or anything and is apparently "fine" and will go away within a week or two (A WEEK OR TWO ARE YOU SERIOUS?). But in the meantime, I look like the devil. Woe.
AND THEN not being able to find any of my shoes, I wore an old pair that I never wear anymore. I looked at them this morning and thought, why do I never wear them? They are so cute! Did I go through a period of hating wedges/slides?
No. No. They tear up my feet. I threw them in the trash the minute I got to work. Because now they have a taste for my blood and will never let me be again. So shortly I will go rooting through my drawer o'shoes at work and hope there is something that works with today's outfit.
Er, this turned into complain-o-fest. In happier news, I got up at a more decent hour today, feeling more rested. Two of the cats don't hate each other. (Weirdly, the two females.) I slept with a cat on my head and a cat on my feet last night. (Again, the two females.) Our new apartment is still gorgeous. The commute isn't actually much/at all longer, if a little more bitchy. I have a new favourite (expensive) thrift store and three new, awesome dresses. It is soso nice to come home to R. AND I might have accidentally on purpose (Totally On Purpose) set up two of my friends. We'll see how it goes, but it'd make me happy. PLUS I am reviewing more books and am about to finish one. So that'll help (slowly) recoup the costs of the move. Thankfully.
Ow my feet. Or rather #owmyfeet
Behind on Doctor Who, but hopefully we will catch up soon. Maybe even tonight? That would be fun!
OH also, best news possible. Our new flat has GREAT water pressure. Weirdly warm water in the kitchen sink, no plug in the bathroom (!!) but great water pressure. So, win.