caerula's Diaryland Diary
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N is for Neville
Gah. I'm still alive, barely, but, I have been really, really uninspired to write. I've also not caught up on any of the journals I normally read. Why does this make me feel guilty?
Friday I was horribly, evilly, vilely sick with the stomach flu from hell. You do NOT want details, trust me. I want to block out the whole day from my memory, actually. Except perhaps for the three hour nap I took in the middle of the day during which I had the oddest but fairly interesting sex dreams. Other than that and trips to the bathroom I pretty much laid on the couch and moaned pathetically all day.
Saturday and Sunday I felt better, but was busy. Saturday morning I went to the AADL used books sale for inventory, and spent about $30 for a good number of paperbacks in fairly good shape. I found three more Sunfires, including another fairly rare one, and several from J.D. Robb and Stephanie Laurens which sell very quickly and for decent prices on Amazon.
On the way home went by the new library and found The Eyre Affair, highly recommended by Natalie, and another new book called Smart Vs. Pretty which looks entertaining in a Bridget Jonesish kind of way.
Saturday afternoon we had family over for my birthday get-together thingy � Mom and Dad, Minnie and Engineer Boy, SmartKid and Buttercup and their parents. Auntie and Grandma were supposed to come but didn't make it � Grandma is having another spell of complete and total crabby-old-ladyness, and refuses to do stuff just out of spite. And the CrazyMormonCousins family was supposed to come by, but just never showed. Oh well. A really old friend of mine (we'll call her Lizzie) did drop by � really old, like we've known each other since we were five � and her mom Mrs. B came by too. Mrs. B was YMB's 2nd grade teacher last year, and although she's a little flighty and weird, she's totally like a member of the family.
I did finally get some birthday presents � yay! Minnie and EB saved the day by giving me the Buffy DVD set. Mom and Dad produced a cutting table and an Ott Light, both of which I've been wanting forever. And Blue actually gave me my present Thursday night, a combo bday/Vday gift. He got away with it this year due to finances, but is under strict instruction that in more lucrative years combo gifts are just not allowed. Anyway, I got some of the ginger bath stuff I've been lusting after from Origins, so it was totally worth the wait, and the combo gift status. The Ginger Souffl� whipped body cream is heaven.
We really don't normally make a big deal out of Valentine's Day anyway, except for three years ago when we got engaged on Vday. (I know, cheesy. So sue us.) But it's still not fair to combine it with my birthday only due to proximity. Like those poor people who have their birthdays on Christmas Eve, or whatever. You still want your own day.
Anyway. So I stayed up far too late Saturday night chatting with Genibee, who IM'd me out of the blue and whom I almost didn't respond to because I didn't recognize her completely obscure AIM name, and watching my Buffy DVDs. And yesterday, despite still feeling a little icky, I was actually really productive. I finished five more quilt blocks, got some stitching done, posted listings on Amazon and Ebay, packaged stuff to ship from the auctions that ended over the weekend, and tidied up from the party. I managed this because Blue was sleeping off his midnight shift and the inlaws took YMB for the day, so it was actually fairly relaxing. And I took a ridiculously long bath with my Ginger Float smells-good-enough-to-eat cream bubble bath and my Ginger Bloom bath oil, and I smelled really really good after, and my skin was all nice and smoothy. Blue thought so, anyway.
Watched some Olympics, chatted with Geni again, watched some ice dancing sort of half-heartedly while sorting book inventory, and was getting ready to go to bed at 11:30 when Nata IM'd me and I stayed up far too late chatting once again. I paid for it, though, as then I couldn't go to sleep until nearly three in the morning, and totally slept in the morning, missed my PT appointment, and was late to work. Oh well. We did manage to establish the very important fact that on our lists of imaginary people we'd get to have sex with (which is completely different from the Celebrity List of People You Get to Have Sex With, btw), I can have Roarke (from the J.D. Robb series) because she'd rather have Eve anyway. And because having sex with Roarke qualifies as trauma. Although the good kind.
When we get Blahsuck in order, we're going to post these lists. And people are welcome to lay claim to their own people they Get to Have Sex With, but they're going to have to justify it. Because really, otherwise it'll be the same people over and over, and then there would be catfights and stuff, and that would just get ugly.
And anyway, I've already got first dibs on Spike.
So, I'm catching up on reading diaries while I'm writing this and supposed to be working on proofing records, and I just have to wonder: does this really actually really happen to people? I mean, I can't base my disbelief on the fact that it never happened to me, since I was like the biggest prude ever before I met Blue, and am only slowly coming around to a more entertaining view of sex as fun. But come on. This is like a porn movie. Not that I really have much experience with those either. Sigh.
On a more wholesome note, Angelbutt has daffodils. God, I want it to be spring here. I remember when I lived in SC and the daffodils and tulips were up and the magnolias were blooming at this time of year. I miss that.
 You are most like Neville who died of ennui! Created by Thren.Which Gashlycrumb Tiny are you? |
Although actually, I tend to think I'm more like Amy who fell down the stairs, given my history of actually falling down stairs. But I can see me being actually bored to death as well.
Speaking of which, back to work!
1:54 p.m. - February 18, 2002
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