Disoriented.
August 1st, 2003
I'm feeling a large sense of disorientation today, like I am holding my breath waiting for the something to happen. Chris kissed me as I lay comatose in bed this morning and I vaguely remember him leaving for work. I floated in that almost dream state for a while and then realised that my neck was hurting and my back was stiff and it was time to get up, dammit. I glanced over at the clock after I put my glasses on (how sad is it that I can't see the numbers on the clock radio on Chris's side of the bed even if I squint so hard it feels like I will pop my eyes out from the pressure sans lunettes?) and it was around the time I normally arise. It was only when I was leaning against the stove blearily waiting for the kettle to boil that I realised what part of this feeling is.
There is no noise. No constant rumble that I feel in the walls of the house and the floor. No vibration that settles into the base of my skull and makes me unable to concentrate even on the simplest things. No noise. No bulldozers. No bobcats. No things with big reticulated arms. No steamrollers with weird reptilian looking nodules. I wonder how long this will last.
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My sister came over last night to pick up a cheque after work. I invited her to come over on Sunday because she currently doesn't have a computer and finds it really hard to find ways to check her email and update her LiveJournal. It says her name is Kris but I call her Weener. She hates that but as elder sister I believe it is my right. I think she is getting excited about moving into her own place. I told her to make a list of all the things she needs because Chris and I still have a lot of junk that we don't need any more but I am sure she will find useful. Additionally, what we are giving her is free, and that is always a huge bonus when you are starting out with little to no money.
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In news about the bathroom: I got it all painted, primed the door again, and then removed the special low tack tape from the ceiling/wall interface. To spite how well things were going, the tape ripped bits off the ceiling. I am so so sooooooo pissed off about it. I actually had to dance in rage, jaw clenched, fists curled, in the hallway. Stupid tape. I normally paint the edges freehand, which takes forever, so I thought I'd try taping because it would be faster. But with the time I spent getting the tape to line up properly and what I will be spending to paint over the ceiling edges it's twice as much work.
My back is aching from reaching over my head, my feet hurt from the ladder and I want this to be over. After today though, I think it will be done. I'll sweep it out and take all the detritus away and then it should be good to go for the tile installer. Chris's dad is coming over tomorrow to install the shower doors and hook up all the plumbing. The end is near!
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I finished painting over where all the tape had ripped off the ceiling paint. It's not perfect but I am really hard pressed to care much right now. It looks fine and it is finished, which is all I care about right now.
Approaching Kilter is on a little hiatus because I haven't been on the bike lately due to some knee problems.
Books I have Read Lately:
- Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier. I really enjoyed this book. It is a retelling of the old tale of the girl who rescues her 6 brothers (who have been turned into swans by their evil stepmother) by weaving shirts made of nettles. She must also remain completely silent throughout the whole ordeal. I thought it was a very good retelling. The author took the main elements of the story and then created something completely original from them. This is book one of a trilogy, I will probably buy the other two books.
(All links go through Amazon.ca because of the affiliate program with The Usual Suspects. I spend so much time on there, that this is the least I can do.)