Thought I fell off the face of the earth, didn't you?

No, it's just been that painting was followed by book unpacking and then my doom kicked in; I'm basically an indentured servant for a specified time to be doled out in increments according to the needs of the other person. (Long story. Suffice to say that I have learnt 1) not to say stupid things whose consequences will be far-reaching and cataclysmic to my life and 2) not to bargain my way out of said consequences. Anyway, the first project was to unpack the remaining boxes left over from a move two years ago. The books were still being unpacked at 3 pm yesterday, the doom fell at 6:23 pm (on Independence Day, of all the ironies), and the project went from then until 11 am this morning. Suffice to say I came home and crashed (I was off today, making this possible), getting up briefly around 2:30 to go to sleep doctor appointment (another irony, and I nearly slept through the appointment, awaking to my cell phone halfway into a pulled out drawer that I'd tried to shush it with) and taking care of my rent. Then it was back to sleep and I woke up at midnight to take a friend home, and now I'm up and getting something to eat and contemplating going back to bed again. Tomorrow I'm off from the hospital, so I can sleep in, although I do have to work the truck night at the gas station.

Independence Day was a kind of a dud for me. I normally go down the the fesitval downtown, but slept late (remember, I'd been getting about 5 hours a night for a couple of weeks) instead. Then I was going to go to the fireworks, and it thunderstormed. Granted, we need the rain desperately, but I wish is had held out for a few more hours. So 4th of July sort of fizzled. Hopefully they'll have the fireworks at a later date (one year it was Labour Day).

I did haul away a good little bit during the Great Purge for my efforts, including a what I think is a 21" monitor (it may be 24") and keyboard. I haven't installed them yet (I was doing well to get the monitor inside so my friend would have a place to sit). That's something for tomorrow. But it's got a really big screen (granted, it's the old clunky type, but it works well and it's a better screen than mine).

Okay, I think I'll play a game, eat a little ice cream, and go back to bed. Have a good night--and I hope the rest of you in America had a good Fourth.

To do

1. Make appointment for Cerys' cortisone shot
   
2. Go to counselor's
   
3. Do laundry
   
4. Go to said vet appointment
   
5. Run errands
   
6. Look over bills
   
7. Budget for bills
   
8. Pay bills
   
9. Make sure boss let me off for Friday, the night of sleep study
   
10. Request days off for painting
    
11. Prepare for doom
    

Back to the blogosphere

Sorry for the hiatus. I had exactly three hours of sleep between Thursday morning at 9 am and Sunday night at 1 am--during which I worked a 10 hour shift, too--as I worked feverishly to sort and put books on shelves. It was a daunting undertaking, but a lot was accomplishd. Still, there will be more shelves, for there are more books. I really need to put this library on my resume. It's five times as big as the hospital's, although it's a private collection (and about twice as big as mine, so I have book envy). Plus, one good thing, my doom was averted after all.

Yesterday I worked at both jobs, so by the time I got home I was pretty tired and didn't update the blog. Today I still feel a bit hung over, and my neck and back just ache, so I don't feel very well. Still, chin up, I'll eventually catch back up on sleep. On Sunday, the game went well--nobody died or worse--we all had fun. There was a particular moment when one of Brenda's characters explained to one of mine's husband-who's-turned-into-a-girl-because-a-sorceror-switched-bodies-and-then-killed-his that my character is pregnant. That went over nicely, I'm sure. She just blurted out, 'she's preggers' no warning or anything. I don't know what's going to happen with that couple. My character still loves him even though everyone keeps saying they just need to move on and get on with their own lives. What can I say, even when we're not fighting monsters, Cthulhu is weird.

Well, that's it for now. I have a whole lot of links to put up. I'll try to do that later tonight or tomorrow. Take care.

Shelves are my enemy

It's amazing how difficult it can be to fit the right shelves into the right space when the cases are slightly different and you had a stack of shelves to begin with. It took turning the hardware on a couple of spaces upside down, but I prevailed. Yay! Now comes the books, and with it, my doom.