Monthly Archives: December 2008

Meh

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Yeah.  Meh.

Not depressed.  Just meh.

Sick too.

All I can manage to do is lay in bed, watch a CSI marathon and drink water.  I drug my sorry arse out of bed to get my Zoloft refilled.  The nice doctor gave me a boatload of prescriptions to make sure whatever I have doesn’t get any worse.

Blah.

And I was going to go to Busan this weekend.  Maybe later next week.  I want to go to the aquarium.  Thank the gods for a week away from small germ factories children.

Sleep. Yeah. That.

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Fortunately I’ve actually been able to fall asleep lately.  Unfortunately the bizarre dreams have continued.  I haven’t changed my meds at all. Well, not quite true.  I went down to a lower dosage on my inhaler because it was giving me the shakes.   But I highly doubt something like that would be affecting my dreams.  I’ve been having the weird dreams before reducing the dosage.

Stress?  Maybe.  I just found out that I need to do a portfolio for a speaking and writing class.  Nice of the charge teacher to tell me a day before it’s due into her.  It’s little things like that at work that make me scream.  In fact, I’m writing this instead of marking the work.  The way I feel about it, each writing assignment is going to be worth five point and I ‘ve going to give random scores between four and five.  And hey.  If that teacher can wait until the day before it’s due to tell me, then she can tootin’ well wait for me to finish it.  It’s not like I don’t have any other responsibilities at work.

OK, so this is turning into a vent fest.  Oh well.  I needed it.

Enough procrastinating.  Back to grading papers.

Changing, changing, changing the theme again

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(sung to the tune of “Sailing, Sailing”)

I decided I needed something a little less spring-like.  It’s cold outside.  It’s cold inside.  My heat runs off the hot water heater.  I don’t run the hot water heater all the time.  In the morning when I need my shower and when I need to do dishes.  I’m not in the apartment during the day, so I see no need to heat it.  Plus, I’m not super sensitive to the cold.  So when I get home from work, I turn the heat on for about an hour and then turn it off again.  My apartment gets warm and I save energy.  Before bed last night, I did dishes, so I had the water heater on.  I had turned the heat part off.  I went to bed.  I woke up about 4 AM shivering so I hit the button to turn the water heater on.  Usually that would have started the heat too.  Ummmm, no because I turned that part off last night.

When I woke up this morning and looked at the thermostat, it was obvious why I was still frozen.  It said 12C (that’s about 54F).  I was flipping out thinking my heat was broken.  Then I looked that the heater dial and saw it was turned down to the off position.  Oh.  Yeah.  That.

Now my apartment is up to 15C (59F) and I’m starting to thaw out.

And that’s what prompted the theme change.

Yes, I am a bit insane.

So now I’m waiting for it to warm up a bit outside (ha!) so I can finish my Christmas shopping.  I decorated the other night and I have my sad, Charlie Brown Christmas looking Christmas tree up.  I have my Advent wreath out, but I have to replace one of the candle holders that broke.  The only thing I wish I had was a nativity.  I doubt I’ll be able to find one here.  I asked a coworker about it (she’s some form of Christian) and she had never heard of such a thing.  I’ll have to have one sent to me for next year.