Happy Halloween
Oct. 31st, 2006 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowDespite still being immobilized/depressed, there have been a few bright spots over the past week, including:
* The big show we put on every year for Halloween went beautifully. (The fact that preparing for it was the equivalent of surviving the seventh circle of hell can be ignored for the time being).
* My writer's group has decided to meet every week, and maintain a 50 word/day word count to keep us all motivated. They also agree that even when they have no fucking clue what's happening in my NIP, it sounds beautiful. I agreed to try and offer some linear sections so that I'm not the only one who can follow the plot and the characters.
* The very cute hipster boy who brought me damp napkins to clean off my bottle of TheraFlu (from which I was drinking like an aged alcoholic at the Coffee Bean last week), was not a hallucination. This is proof that even in Hollywood, people are kind to the crazy. (I had a fever last week along with the plague, went home from work and needed to have my car looked at, so I dropped it off, went to Rite Aid for the TheraFlu, then to Coffee Bean - home of the hip and unemployed (or at least, the hip and non-office slave). I got sticky red TheraFlu syrup all over my hands, and didn't have a napkin, and was too dizzy to get up and this nice boy brought my napkins (scaring me to death), and I waved him away without looking up until he said, "No, no, it's for the TheraFlu. I was annoyed for you." So very sweet.
When I called Sh. today to say I'd FINALLY bought my plane tickets for Thanksgiving (because I was at the stage of immobilization where I was going to have to call and give her my CC so she could do it for me), I was telling her about the hallucinations and the fever, and was about to tell her about the TheraFlu boy and she interrupted to ask if it was as good a hallucination as the time I'd hallucinated that Ben Browder and his family had come to have dinner at our house (a hallucination that was not helped, I might add, by the fact that M. kept insisting that it had happened and between the fever and the TheraFlu and the bourbon, I was briefly convinced that I was crazy, or at least terribly embarrassed because I hadn't changed out of my bathrobe, although no one mentioned it. But I am not one of those women who look cute in their bathrobe, so I was embarrassed regardless).
Seeing as that really was a fever dream/hallucination and the cutie hipster boy was actually a concerned citizen, I was pleased to report that yes, it was even better than that past hallucination.
For the record, my best hallucination ever took place in a bar in Buffalo, NY and involved the shirt I was wearing dissolving into my skin like ink so it seemed like I was not wearing clothes, but instead was painted with these beautiful sun colored designs and having a man across the bar stand up and bow to me.
Less bright spots:
*The constant crying, which could stop any moment now. No really. I feel like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News except the crying WILL NOT STOP. I saw this woman sitting on the curb with her pocket dog the other day and that made me cry! Losing your mind is not as fun as it looks on TV. And I've got no hot space leather wearing distractions to make up for the crazy either!! How unfair is that! The least thing the universe could do for me to make up for the crazy is give me some sex!!
*The Goldberg device of fate that is conspiring (along with my procrastinating/poverty) to make getting my car registered and keeping me out of jail one hell of an ordeal. To get my front license plate (and avoid jail/warrant/fine) I have to register my car. To register my car, I need a smog test. To get a smog test, I need to have the electrical system tested and fixed. To get the electrical system fixed, I have to get the car to the mechanic by 8 a.m. Tomorrow.
Argh!!
Regardless, Happy Halloween to all and sundry. I'm dancing at a restaurant tonight and am going to wear my pink wig to make myself feel better.
* The big show we put on every year for Halloween went beautifully. (The fact that preparing for it was the equivalent of surviving the seventh circle of hell can be ignored for the time being).
* My writer's group has decided to meet every week, and maintain a 50 word/day word count to keep us all motivated. They also agree that even when they have no fucking clue what's happening in my NIP, it sounds beautiful. I agreed to try and offer some linear sections so that I'm not the only one who can follow the plot and the characters.
* The very cute hipster boy who brought me damp napkins to clean off my bottle of TheraFlu (from which I was drinking like an aged alcoholic at the Coffee Bean last week), was not a hallucination. This is proof that even in Hollywood, people are kind to the crazy. (I had a fever last week along with the plague, went home from work and needed to have my car looked at, so I dropped it off, went to Rite Aid for the TheraFlu, then to Coffee Bean - home of the hip and unemployed (or at least, the hip and non-office slave). I got sticky red TheraFlu syrup all over my hands, and didn't have a napkin, and was too dizzy to get up and this nice boy brought my napkins (scaring me to death), and I waved him away without looking up until he said, "No, no, it's for the TheraFlu. I was annoyed for you." So very sweet.
When I called Sh. today to say I'd FINALLY bought my plane tickets for Thanksgiving (because I was at the stage of immobilization where I was going to have to call and give her my CC so she could do it for me), I was telling her about the hallucinations and the fever, and was about to tell her about the TheraFlu boy and she interrupted to ask if it was as good a hallucination as the time I'd hallucinated that Ben Browder and his family had come to have dinner at our house (a hallucination that was not helped, I might add, by the fact that M. kept insisting that it had happened and between the fever and the TheraFlu and the bourbon, I was briefly convinced that I was crazy, or at least terribly embarrassed because I hadn't changed out of my bathrobe, although no one mentioned it. But I am not one of those women who look cute in their bathrobe, so I was embarrassed regardless).
Seeing as that really was a fever dream/hallucination and the cutie hipster boy was actually a concerned citizen, I was pleased to report that yes, it was even better than that past hallucination.
For the record, my best hallucination ever took place in a bar in Buffalo, NY and involved the shirt I was wearing dissolving into my skin like ink so it seemed like I was not wearing clothes, but instead was painted with these beautiful sun colored designs and having a man across the bar stand up and bow to me.
Less bright spots:
*The constant crying, which could stop any moment now. No really. I feel like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News except the crying WILL NOT STOP. I saw this woman sitting on the curb with her pocket dog the other day and that made me cry! Losing your mind is not as fun as it looks on TV. And I've got no hot space leather wearing distractions to make up for the crazy either!! How unfair is that! The least thing the universe could do for me to make up for the crazy is give me some sex!!
*The Goldberg device of fate that is conspiring (along with my procrastinating/poverty) to make getting my car registered and keeping me out of jail one hell of an ordeal. To get my front license plate (and avoid jail/warrant/fine) I have to register my car. To register my car, I need a smog test. To get a smog test, I need to have the electrical system tested and fixed. To get the electrical system fixed, I have to get the car to the mechanic by 8 a.m. Tomorrow.
Argh!!
Regardless, Happy Halloween to all and sundry. I'm dancing at a restaurant tonight and am going to wear my pink wig to make myself feel better.
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Date: 2006-11-01 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-01 12:35 am (UTC)you're very remarkable you know, and i hope that you'll be gentle and kind towards yourself. *even more hugs*
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Date: 2006-11-01 01:40 am (UTC)*tons of hugs*
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:25 pm (UTC)Happy Halloween and Happy All Saints' Day, All Souls' Day, Dia de las Muertas, etc. etc.
Hope things look up. And I'm glad some things are!
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-01 06:02 pm (UTC)And hurray for dancing and pink wigs!
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Date: 2006-11-02 03:24 am (UTC)seva
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Date: 2006-11-02 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-03 07:47 am (UTC)Hope you feel better soon.
seva
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Date: 2006-11-03 04:47 pm (UTC)