All About ME!

My big 5-0 has come and gone. Meh. I did have a good birthday with gifties from my bestie Sonya and my beloved. Sonya got me a Rume bag with Misangela and a PURPLE UNICORN! She also got me a hard copy of The Girls of Atomic City and a Bad Cat calendar. Oh, and some cool purple spotted kitty earrings! Nick got me the Christine Ha cookbook, the Neil Gaiman/Chris Riddell illustrated collection with Fortunately the Milk, Coraline and Ocean at the End of the Lane and best of all: CATBUS!!

So, yeah. Birthday out of the way. I’m glad of that. The weirdness was that my brother called me the night before my birthday. YES, my brother. No one died, either. Despite how badly those people treat me, I still like to hear from them every now and then. The best bit of gossip from the call was that my niece’s useless twat of a babydaddy has also moved in with my brother. Presumably to babysit while the niece goes to school. Riiight. Free ride, anyone? My brother is supporting FIVE people on his meager salary. And let’s not forget paying the niece’s huge pregnancy bills. What a clusterfuck.

I’ve been having anxiety/panic attacks pretty regularly. Not huge deals, but annoying. For me, a panic attack is feeling trapped, short of breath, crying, sitting and staring blankly or sometimes outbursts of anger. In any mix. They suck no matter how they manifest. I’d love to have some xanax or something to take the edge off when I have them, but my useless doctor won’t give me a Rx. Because she hates me. Whatever, bitch, I got Dr Alcohol to get me through.

Went to see Straight No Chaser at the Fox Friday night. It was a really great show. I’ve never been to an acapella show and WOW is it awesome! The vocal percussionist was especially incredible – he made sounds for the whole show, every song. I don’t know how he keeps his voice up for that! At the end, they did a song with no amplification, which was by far, the most intense concert experience I’ve ever had. The whole house was SILENT. After a few rednecks got their “FREEBIRD” shouting out of the way, of course. You could have heard a pin drop in that theatre when the boys did their thing. AMAZING. If you get the chance, go see Straight No Chaser. It’ll change the way you think about concerts.

We went out and about yesterday and I finally got my Red Lobster fix. Maybe it’s because I was raised with it, but every now and then, I gots to get my Red Lobster on! Those biscuits! Our lovely server brought us a bag of biscuits to bring home which we are having for breakfast! YUM!

I’m feeling just fair for the most part. I’m very run down and tired almost all the time. I think *I* might have some sort of illness, too. Nick and I think that we both have autoimmune problems and we also think they’ll never get treated. I am 90% sure I’ve got overall autoimmune problems because 1. I’ve got inflammation constantly and 2. my mother has it. I think I’m going to look into dietary changes that might help.

In other news, we also now know that NuVision will be no more in 10-12 months. Walgreens has bought Rite Aid, so Rite Aid will not be a client, which means no NuVision. It’s good to have a definite deadline. But we still have no clue what we’ll do. We will continue to clean out all unneeded possessions and Nick will be selling off all the equipment at NuVision. So, this is it, kids. The end of an era. This time next year we may not even be in Atlanta. We shall see.

August already!

This year has been a big one. And bit of a bitch of one, as well.

We finally got up and moved out of the ‘hood, which is good for the most part. We pay too much rent. But we love the house. Nick is happy, so that makes it worth it.

I’ve come into another patch of insomnia. It’s been three weeks since I had a normal night’s sleep. I went to the Dr, who is being cooperative with trying to find something that works. The first one didn’t. The one I’m trying now (trazodone) doesn’t seem to be working, either. I’m SO TIRED. And SO cranky. I’m impaired for sure. I really have a hard time doing any sort of complicated thinking. I can’t remember anything, either.

So I’ve got Heather coming for a visit in September. Everyone is pushing their own agendas for Heather’s time, which is fine, but what is not fine is that when I am left to try to fix a fucked up reservation and a certain individual decides I’m not doing it right, it kinda honks me off. I’m tired, cranky and really would rather not waste my time fixing a fucked up reservation, only to be told I’m a “childish asshole” for getting pissy when my efforts are deemed in adequate. I want Heather to have a good time, so I’m backing out of any and all planning for this. If this person doesn’t like my planning techniques, then HE can do it. I’m OUT. I’ll let all those people fight over Heather and I’ll just take what I can get. Whatever. It’s not about me (or the jerkwad in question), it’s about HEATHER. So she can pick what she wants to do and I’ll do what I can to assist in making it happen. But I really don’t need the abuse of one asshole, thanks. I’ve got enough on my plate.

I hope Heather gets to do all the things she wants to do while she’s here in September. I just want her to have a great time and to see everyone she’s not seen in three years. Hopefully the disorganised mess of people vying for her time will get it worked out.

Ugh. I hate that insomnia sucks away my days, my creativity, my LIFE. I feel like every day is just a slog to get through so I can have yet another sleepless night. IT SUCKS. If you’ve not had extended bouts of insomnia, then you just don’t know how much it ruins EVERYTHING. Every. Fucking. Thing.

I hope the drugs will start working so I’ll have enough energy to get through DragonCon. Conventions SUCK when you are tired at the start and it just gets worse, trust me.

So that’s what’s up. I’m tired. I’m cranky. And I am doing the best I can. If that’s not good enough, then FUCK OFF.