Warning: Some of this gets into ooky biological functions.

Sparkling Diamond, Moulin Rouge Sdtk
Gold Rush Brides, 10,000 Maniacs
Trash, Korn
Hope that I Get Old Before I Die, TMBG
Moon Beseeched, Ekova
Another Race, Eiffel 65
complications of the flesh, NIN
Dumb, Nirvana
She Thinks She's Edith Head, TMBG
Final Hour, Lauryn Hill
Revolver, Rage
Down on the Street, Rage
Half Day Closing, Portisehead
Jerk Off, Tool

I just feel like rambling so here goes.

Last week was kinda sucky, I returned to work on Tuesday feeling very tired. Monday had been spent sleeping some, talking with Rabbit, lunch with Molasses, a trip to Ikea for more parts and up to my apartment to try to fix the bed finally.

Marianne (not her real name) needed a ride so I offered her one and she accepted so I only worked on the bed for two hours before going to pick her up. When I quit I was trying to fix a mistake I had made and it was proving tough. On the way to El Segundo it began to rain, and hard. Marianne jumped in and we headed up to a storyteller meeting. It was interesting and I really hope that this new DST will make good on all of his promises. The trouble here is that he expects a lot out of us and lately (especially this week) I've been feeling very unmotivated towards gaming. I know it has a lot to do my private life, work and stuff so I'll try to explain some of it.

Monday night I got back to my apartment and tried to get back to the bed but it was provin tough and then I realized that there were still a couple of pieces that were missing. So I had to quit.

Tuesday I came into work very early and it was a fairly productive day. The work went by quickly and I was happy at that, but I didn't have any spare time so I didn't do anything for my game that I said I would.

Tuesday night I headed for Long Beach and swung by Ikea (AGAIN) for more parts, and then the post office to send Sherkosh (not her real name) some money. I really hope things go better for her. Hopefully getting out from under her mother's wings will help. Went out with Molasses and saw Le Pacte de Loups (Brotherhood of the Wolf). Dude! That was cool! I guess that's how the French tell horror stories cause it was at times it was intriuging, and swashbuckling as well terrifying and horrible. Wolves are cool. }:> But I want to know just how different the British version is.

Wednesday I was sort of out of sorts when I wondered into work and it took me a little bit of time to focus. I've been trying to hook up with Jupiter for a while now and it's been really difficult. We had a short meeting to formally "meet" our new editor-in-chief (the job for which was created in early December, and she was hired just before Christmas). They didn't really say anything that we didn't already know except that the new rules that were instituted were being studied for revision. *sighs* Our questions were mostly brushed aside or talked around but not answered. We were getting antsy because when management refuses to answer the questions we were invited to ask, it can't be good. Fortunately, right then the fire alarms went off. For reals. Wish they'd go off more.

So all told I lost an hour for that, but fortunately later I was told that I had to complete so much overtime. So I took that to mean I could finish my work with overtime.

Wednesday night I went to hang out with Squire, (getting in my car to head out I hit my head on the door frame), we both kinda had crappy days so we skipped climbing and stayed in to watch West Wing and Law and Order and hoped Jupiter would call. He didn't but that's okey cause West Wing very cool. I'm always impressed when a man draw up a female character who is both smart and passionate about her sex and still be someone I wish I knew. I really wonder how much ofit was the writing and how much is the woman playing Amy (I think?) but anyway, it was really sweet, their little hook-up, and, as sucky as it was, I was happy with the way Josh handled having to cancel a weekend. I wonder what's up with Toby. I like him but he can be so unbending that he might be chased away from Bartlett. Hope not, he keeps him honest.

At one point while I was watching TV on the floor at the foot of Squire's bed I threw my head back for some reason. Squire was lying lengthwise on this bed and I ended up hitting my head on his knee.

Anyway. Wednesday night I went home and though I was supertired I went back to try to work on the bed. But, again, I came to a part where I couldn't proceed. This time it totally pissed me off. It was a mistake that had been made the last time the bed was put together and fixing means getting my hands on an electric drill.

Thursday morning I woke up totally wiped out but still stumbled around until I found myself sitting at my computer at work. MY head hurt and I remembered that, getting into my car to drive up, I had hit my head on the door frame again. No one had any answers for me on the specifics of our overtime, hypothetically it's supposed to be flexible, but I'm still supposed to report my plans to my supervisor. wha?? I hate being in situations like this. My higher-ups not only expect me to perform in top order, but to act in a way that guesses accurately their every whim and desire, and yet they don't have to tell me everything that is expected of me if the don't feel like it. (Or, rather, they don't know what it is yet. bleah.)

Anyway, if you've read my other entries you know what else happened Thursday. People are scared. That gets annoying because it's distracting, and the only thing that keeps me going is anger. It's very wearing. McCormick and Schmicks was very nice, but some of their food is a little sketchy, or maybe I'm not used to *that* much Hollandaise sauce. It was good to see Richard and his crew again. Met some new folks and saw Allen, Sandy and Megan again.

Lessee. Friday got up at my apartment with Molasses and was moving slowly and did my best to ignore my body telling me to go back to bed. Walked out in the chill to my car and Molasses pointed out to me that it looked like my car had been broken into. My chest tightened for a moment as I looked in the driver's side window to see shattered glass scattered everywhere inside my car. Perched on the parking brake was large chunk of concrete and my radio was gone and part of the dash that was below the radio that held the ashtray was hanging limply. Almost immediately I came to grips with it and felt a little sad and annoyed but mostly felt a little lost because I *couldn't* go back to bed and crawl into my Molasses' arms and go back to sleep.

Molasses told me to check with my insurance to see if they could cover some of the cost of the glass and then get some repair people out to fix it. I did that. No, no coverage from insurance. And I told the first people I found who could fix glass to come out and do. Prolly should have price shopped, but I really didn't feel like it. It cost a little over $200. I still have glass all over the inside my car and I hardly ever ride without, at some point, cutting my hands.

My Friday evening I had really no patience for a Camarilla game. But I had promised a couple people that I would see them and talk to them about few important things, so I stuck it out. It was as I expected, only with a smaller attendance. Squire was in a good mood so that was cool. I probably could have invented more things for myself to do but it's hard when I approach a game from a mindset of wanting to be just about anywhere else (but primarily resting at my apartment in my finished bed, secure that my car was finally clean, inside and out).

But it finally ended and I did get to go back to my apartment and rest. Slept a lot last night and left in such a rush this morning that I forgot my wallet. So I went back to get it. I don't quite understand why traffic was so bad through downtown. It's midday on a Saturday. What gives? I miss my radio for checking these things. *sigh*

Okey the ooky bits. I've been on the pill since last March and I'm one of the people for whom it is a godsend. It doesn't typically give me much trouble, there was a little bit of spotting at first, but it quickly went away and my period has been as regular as clockwork ever since. But, my period still has a tendancy to cut the month a little short and show up after 25ish days. So last month I thought my period had arrived about the middle of the month and was over with when I set out to Pennsylvania. But see, supposedly the pills are supposed to set my cycle so that my period shows up in the last week. So it did that. I think. On Tuesday I noticed my back and stomach were aching and it reminded my a lot typical pain when my period comes around but I thought that couldn't be right cause I already had my period. And also the week before I had been dealing with an irritating bout of UTI (is there a verion of UTI that isn't irritating?). So when some blood started to come out too, I thought the UTI had just gotten worse and that I should call the doctor. But the trippy thing is that right then the business with running to the bathroom every ten minutes to eek out a few drops that would burn pretty much ended when the blood began. Does this mean anything?

Two periods in a month? I've known ladies who have had major problem with regular cycles but I've never been one of them, and the pill is supposed to regulate it anyway. So...what gives?