the hotness and the brightness
Oof. Not so much with the posting yesterday; I was too busy, nearly from the time that I got up to the time I went to bed. Brunch, errands, laundry, a dinner party - that's a day. It was very productive. I thrifted well.
Pushing Daisies began its end run, showing the last four episodes in the "we hate you" timeslot of 10pm Saturdays. It wasn't one of the best episodes - the dialogue was rather cramped, and the situation resolved in an extremely arbitrary fashion - but even the weaker episodes of that show are some amazing television. I am very bitter about having to miss/delay next week, as I will be hosting the Saturday segment of the Return of Bad Video Board at Reed Reunions '09, as next week looks like the Black 70's Superstar episode - starring Diahann Carroll, Richard Roundtree, and Gina Torres - and probably someone I forgot. GRRRR.
I got pretty close to overheating yesterday. It was too hot for jeans, but I didn't really know that until I'd already left the house. I have to be careful about stuff like that; that's what tripped up my mom.
I've finally been having dreams about work, after being there almost three years. The first dream was really quite adventuresome and fun, but now it's all turned into the average mundane "You said something wrong, and now you're going to be fired" anxiety dream. Oh great. Just what I need right now. I love how right around the time that I start seriously considering going off my psych meds, I have a nervous breakdown. I really do want to stop taking them, though. It's been a long, long time, and I think they may have done all the good they're gonna do - what I need now is old-fashioned therapy. Or something like that.
Pushing Daisies began its end run, showing the last four episodes in the "we hate you" timeslot of 10pm Saturdays. It wasn't one of the best episodes - the dialogue was rather cramped, and the situation resolved in an extremely arbitrary fashion - but even the weaker episodes of that show are some amazing television. I am very bitter about having to miss/delay next week, as I will be hosting the Saturday segment of the Return of Bad Video Board at Reed Reunions '09, as next week looks like the Black 70's Superstar episode - starring Diahann Carroll, Richard Roundtree, and Gina Torres - and probably someone I forgot. GRRRR.
I got pretty close to overheating yesterday. It was too hot for jeans, but I didn't really know that until I'd already left the house. I have to be careful about stuff like that; that's what tripped up my mom.
I've finally been having dreams about work, after being there almost three years. The first dream was really quite adventuresome and fun, but now it's all turned into the average mundane "You said something wrong, and now you're going to be fired" anxiety dream. Oh great. Just what I need right now. I love how right around the time that I start seriously considering going off my psych meds, I have a nervous breakdown. I really do want to stop taking them, though. It's been a long, long time, and I think they may have done all the good they're gonna do - what I need now is old-fashioned therapy. Or something like that.