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[Apr. 24th, 2008|02:53 pm] |
Weak Minds Strong Backs.
Showing their usual sense of timing and consideration, the landlords showed up yesterday to inform all the tenants that anything other than cars that was still in the garage after 4/30/08 would be thrown out, preparatory to rebuilding and assigning the alleged storage units that have been completely useless in the five years we've lived here. (They also gave us a separate letter, saying that we still weren't up to cleanliness standards - though how they would know that when they didn't show up three months ago when they said they would, and never attempted to reschedule, is beyond me, but I digress.)
All of my crap for going to Burning Man is in the garage, along with an extra futon frame that needs to be set up in my room (and a couple of other things that we'll actually be getting rid of). And while my wrist has dramatically improved in the last six weeks, I simply do NOT have the strength to haul this crap upstairs, nor do I have any desire to foist all the work off on ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gridlore.
I know a sizable percentage of the locals on my f'list are going to CostumeCon this weekend - hell, I'm going myself on Saturday. But if any of y'all are available to come down to Offhand Manor on Sunday around noon or so, to help us tote barges and lift bales, I would be ENORMOUSLY grateful. I'll even feed y'all.
Email Doug or me and we'll get you the address if you don't already have it. |
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| Calling in dead |
[Mar. 6th, 2007|09:33 am] |
Woke up an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off this morning. Started to cough. Didn't stop for 45 minutes. Evil, horrid, generally "productive" cough; I sounded like the sea lions at Pier 39. (Though I do think most of them are still heavier than me. :-P) And Mother Nature's Pregnancy Test is due back today or tomorrow, so I'm a real piece of work. Called/emailed my supervisor and agency rep and told them it just wasn't happening today.
Just talked to gridlore; he says to start braiding bedsheets, 'cause he's ready to blow the joint. (There was a complete failure to read his chart last night at shift change; despite giving him a sleeping pill and a note saying not to disturb him between 2300-0600, they woke him up TWICE.) If he ever actually sees his doctor today, he's going to ask if there's any reason they can't finish the infusions on an outpatient basis - and if there is, if they'll at least let him take a friggin' SHOWER, 'cause he's starting to feel like the main reason his head still hurts is because his hair's so damn dirty. (Which was oddly reassuring to hear; I know I start getting headachy if I haven't washed my hair in too long, but wondered if it wasn't just a psychosomatic thing.)
My throat and my abs hurt from this morning's unexpected workout. I've gotten outside most of a pot of tea; I'm gonna go back to bed for an hour or two, check back in with Himself, then run a couple of errands that will go over better with face-to-face interaction. |
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| Administrivia |
[Apr. 28th, 2006|12:23 am] |
PLEASE: NO PHONECALLS AFTER 9PM (2100HRS) PACIFIC TIME UNLESS PREVIOUSLY ARRANGED OR IN AN EMERGENCY.
Just because I stay awake far later than I should does not mean I'm prepared to talk to anyone. Moreover, gridlore's alarm goes off at 0530, and for the sake of my marriage I prefer not to wake him after he goes to bed unless the house is on fire.
We now return you to your previously scheduled LJ. |
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