I'm at the point where I feel like I really ought to be able to do stuff, physically. But my chest still hurts like a motherfucker when I try.
Moderate to severe nausea. Vision boogly. Tummy boogly, but that's probably the antibiotics (875mg). Exhausted.
Seeking crashspace for at least one night! Work is dicking Master around in weekend ways, so his Con time is going to be limited. I still want to go, because I want the change of scenery and the freedom and the seeing bunches of people, but I need to figure out crashspace.
Am irked, because I *really* needed a home base to go to when I get too exhausted or overstimulated, but such is life; one cannot have everything. I'll find an out-of-the-way part of the hotel to huddle in, and carry a book in my purse Just In Case.
But. Crashspace. Yes.
Speaking of changes of scenery...
'Tis finalized-ish... I get a week off between Christmas and New Year's. An enforced week off. Office is closed. So Adam and I have discussed... he's taking that week as alone-time, and I'm taking at least a sizable chunk of it as Kires-time. No forcing myself to do housework and shit. Sprawling on the couch watching Babylon 5. Yes.
Minutes into hours and the hours into years
I can't believe it's midDecember already. It feels like no time at all has passed. Well, it feels like I've always been Master's. But otherwise... I hardly noticed this year go by. How weird.
Twenty twenty twenty-four hours to go...
Elayna requested the Ramones in the car today. I was deeply ashamed to admit that I haven't put any Ramones on the iPod yet. What? I'm still on the "A"s. I need to do that tonight...
I gave her some Rancid and Mighty Mighty Bosstones instead, which pleased her.
I am so sleepy.