kol: (i am awesome)
Okay, trying to operate a computer when you've had only one hour of sleep, not advisable! I just accidentally deleted the latest comments to this journal, including one from shamebox. Sorry for my being a failure of human technology, [personal profile] khatmandu. I can't even blame the dreamwidth comment forms for not being clear, because it also took me a full 2 minutes to figure out how to shut off my usual computer alarm this morning, too XD

I can't even properly be mad at the culprit for the lack of sleep either because this is the second time the old folks home has had several car alarms going off during the night in the last month, and now I'm wondering if everything is okay over there. Poor old people T____T

And since they don't need me at work, I'm going to hopefully go back to sleep and stop messing with the computer before I delete all the things.
kol: Blackstar YEAH (YEAH!)
This stomach flu is ridiculous, you guys. I've lost seven pounds since Monday, my taste buds are on crack, can't sleep at night (and only manage bursts of 2 hours, if that, when I do), and the act of walking five feet winds me.

So yeah, that's  been happening!

And none of it matters because the good news is today I started recovering enough to sit up in bed! Yay! Victory! Which means...

FUCK YEAH GIANTS AND DS9 CATCHUP! Which I have learned actually go pretty well together, since Deep Space Nine is very baseball friendly :DDDDD. Z YOU SHALL HAVE MY DS9 THOUGHTS WHEN IT DOESN'T TAKE ME SIX HOURS TO TYPE UP SHORT ENTRIES :DDD.

Speaking of baseball...

Someone put up a print of Ruben's Run! Arguably the most ridiculous base running ever! Seriously, go watch this. Ahh, I will never have a use for such a print, but that totally made my day XD.

Cracked Out Tastebuds! A snippit of my investigation for SCIENCE! with Fly XD )
kol: (Wishes: Spiral Stairs)
Things I have dropped in the last 24 hours:
  • Plate, previously broken, broke again along the super-glu after terribly exciting moment in DS9. Probably shouldn't watch this while cleaning?
  • Wine glass, which unlike the so-called-sturdy plate, remained whole and unblemished. Suspect left over lambic has turned my glassware into superheroes. Kind of want to make little capes now. :D
  • My computer, off the bed, somehow still playing Adventure Time even though the screen shut during the fall. Computer likes Adventure Time I guess? o.0;;
  • Tub of margarine, onto the floor I just dry shampooed. @(*#@$(
  • Twice. :LSKDJFSDJF
  • Baby Vacuum, spilling its contents over the section of rug that ended up being cleaned THREE TIMES. @)#*#@$*(#@$
  • Glass of beer, all over the couch, floor, cushions, blanket, rug. Even though I had maybe a swallow and a half left. wtf beer, did you grow five sizes at my excitement over cake?! Cake was totally worthy of that level of excitement, btw Sage. :DDDD
  • Box of nails, that I finally picked up off the ground after the last spill, only to drop again and spill all over my chef's mat. I am back to glaring at their dull metal, waiting for them to apologize or pick themselves up. Again. 
  • Full bottle of water, trying to take ibuprofen after crippling abdominal pain this morning. Thankfully all landed on towel. Things are looking up!
  • (Ominous six hour gap between dropping things)
  • Pasta prongs, covered in tomato sauce, on my white printed chair. How no spaghetti sauce ended up being left behind, the world may never know. Strongly suspect it was my fearsome glare that prohibited stain from forming. It was a mighty glare. 
Somehow during this rather remarkable case of the dropsies, I managed to avoid dropping the cake. I TAKE THIS AS A VICTORY :DDD

Although I intended this to be an office day, crippling stomach pain and 5AM shift tomorrow have defeated that mandate. Instead I'm going to go out and hobble around taking some rose pictures before tackling the rest of my dishes. And, you know, probably pick up those darned insolent nails before I step on one *___*. 
kol: (Tant)
I knew it was going to be cold returning home today from the store, but I did not expect to fall twice victim to the dastardly black ice while on the phone canceling my planned 24 hour adventure in Palo Alto. I very nearly stabbed my eye out with the iphone on the second incident, because apparently all this time in California has ruined me for icy adventures. I use to skate on this stuff back in Oregon in my sketchers! Oh how the less than mighty have fallen. And do not worry, I fell on the amply padded thigh and do not even appear to have bruises forming. Huzzah for fat? X3

Aunt #3 is heroically venturing down to Santa Clara to bring me groceries, pick up meds, and drop off new boots (Costco apparently has fake uggs?), so it is doubtful I'll be sojourning outside until Thursday late night, as Kol is stupid and did not realize my Friday/Saturday shifts began at 12am, not 12pm. Oh woes, oh woes. At least by then I'll surely be feeling better :D.  

Will update later with further amusements as I encounter them. But first, sleep <3.  
kol: (Sadface)


You know, leaving work at 2AM is great and all for avoiding traffic, but when coupled with sinus meds really impairs your ability to walk down escalators. Or in my case, facilitates falling down the escalator. It was probably a good thing I was putting my helmet on already X3. (And yes it was only the last six or seven steps, but still, ouch).

Other war wounds of the night: cut across the back of my right hand (and I do mean across all of it-- it took two bandaids to cover tonight) , another mysterious cardboard cut across my left wrist, three bruises on my legs from moving evil storage bars, and cardboard burns on my right arm. I'm so sick and tired of cardboard X0000.

I don't want to go into work at noon. Someone save me ;_______;


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