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... listening to/watching Floyd and waiting for his laundry to be done. Huh?
Today was supposed to be about being productive, getting the car detailed, trying out the new sewing machine, doing laundry and overall, not ending up doing some man's laundry. So it goes.
I haven't updated in forever. I've been reading, just haven't had anything to say. I'm lame, I know.
Life here has kind of gone on. Work is still work, I still experience things on a daily basis that make my friends shiver, skeeve and ask me not to go on. People die. Or they lose a limb. Or they cease being the person they were before "they were admitted to the hospital." I'm a little more bothered by this than usual today because someone I actually met outside of the hospital, then came in, and died in it. His was a regular at the coffee shop that one of the men in my church opened. He had brain cancer. He had brain surgery. He didn't make it. He woke up after surgery, was walking and talking, then one day developed swelling in his brain and went to sleep. My understanding is that he didn't wake up again.
The relationship/social life situation is pretty much unchanged. Again, for some reason I don't understand, I have more female friends than male ones, and I'm not seeing anybody special (to use my Aunt's phrase). I did have one very odd experience two weeks ago during my gynecologist appointment when he told me that my cervical mucus was "telling him" that I was at my most fertile point in my cycle that day, and that if I went home and had sex that night, I'd most likely get pregnant. If I responded in any way, it was to say "ok". It's entirely possible I didn't say anything. Weird.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mcblue has decided that the only reason I didn't go out and have a random hookup was because I also happened to be incredibly sick at the time. Bitching and moaning about how I'd like to be in a relationship so that I can eventually get married and have a family has been so over done, but that's the situation. I'm rather sick of being single.
In other news, I've officially become a regular at a bar - Jillian's - because my friends work there, it's on my way home, and I can have a salad and a bowl of soup for under $10. So, with that in mind, I'm going to go in search of food.
Today was supposed to be about being productive, getting the car detailed, trying out the new sewing machine, doing laundry and overall, not ending up doing some man's laundry. So it goes.
I haven't updated in forever. I've been reading, just haven't had anything to say. I'm lame, I know.
Life here has kind of gone on. Work is still work, I still experience things on a daily basis that make my friends shiver, skeeve and ask me not to go on. People die. Or they lose a limb. Or they cease being the person they were before "they were admitted to the hospital." I'm a little more bothered by this than usual today because someone I actually met outside of the hospital, then came in, and died in it. His was a regular at the coffee shop that one of the men in my church opened. He had brain cancer. He had brain surgery. He didn't make it. He woke up after surgery, was walking and talking, then one day developed swelling in his brain and went to sleep. My understanding is that he didn't wake up again.
The relationship/social life situation is pretty much unchanged. Again, for some reason I don't understand, I have more female friends than male ones, and I'm not seeing anybody special (to use my Aunt's phrase). I did have one very odd experience two weeks ago during my gynecologist appointment when he told me that my cervical mucus was "telling him" that I was at my most fertile point in my cycle that day, and that if I went home and had sex that night, I'd most likely get pregnant. If I responded in any way, it was to say "ok". It's entirely possible I didn't say anything. Weird.
mcblue has decided that the only reason I didn't go out and have a random hookup was because I also happened to be incredibly sick at the time. Bitching and moaning about how I'd like to be in a relationship so that I can eventually get married and have a family has been so over done, but that's the situation. I'm rather sick of being single.In other news, I've officially become a regular at a bar - Jillian's - because my friends work there, it's on my way home, and I can have a salad and a bowl of soup for under $10. So, with that in mind, I'm going to go in search of food.
