...you'd damn well better be taking about a Meatball Marinara Subway sandwich.
Yeah, I went to Subway today. First time ever. And it was awesome. Enough salt to kill my kidneys, but still awesome.
And then I came home and shuffled through the crap in my inboxes. I'm not sure if the above guy was being tongue-in-cheek or not. I don't think six inches is particularly bragworthy - not particularly cringeworthy either, but not something that I'd consider unusual enough to mention as a selling point - but who knows.
It's been a strange week. After my lack of internet (where I couldn't do any paperwork unless I posted it by snail mail), and after all the ear infections that show no signs of letting up (and the doctors still won't refer me to a specialist, and I can't afford to go privately), and after a couple weeks of dizziness that may or may not be related, and after several months of wanting to sleep all the damn time, my boss finally said: Go home. And don't come back for a few weeks. So I have no work - although that also means no income, so I'm trying to pick up a couple of temporary things.
I should be happy for the free time, but I don't have enough energy to actually get anything constructive (like spring cleaning) done. After hauling Ryan's massive television (since both my little ancient one and Massimo's medium-sized one have broken) and killing my eyes playing Spyro the Dragon 1 through 3 on my PS1, and reading my way through Beverly Barton's The Protectors series and Charlaine Harris' Lily Bard Mysteries and a couple of Tamora Pierce series as well as several stand-alone Dean Koontz books, and spending two afternoons retraining myself to squirt, and making a pest of myself flirting with LOML by text when he's supposed to be studying, and sleeping blocks of fifteen hours at a time (bear in mind that I usually sleep four or five hours a night), I'm not sure what to do with myself next. Sleep and eat, I guess. Like a bear. Rawr. Except if you want to sweeten me up for something, meatballs work better than honey.
I saw Christie today, for the first time in a month. I sent her another FB message, saying get in touch sometime, and then she texted last night to ask if I wanted to go shopping today. So we did, and I got a strappy fairy dress (that's how I think of them; it's one of those ones with all the flowy panels in the skirt) in a bright turquoise color. Great for summer. And they finally got the black ballerina flats back in New Look, so I got some of them too. Now I have black flats and white flats, I'm set for shoes for the next six months at least. I also spent a disgusting amount of money on stupid things like cosmetics and groceries.(£8.95 for razor blades! £16 for Coca-Cola, orange juice, two red peppers and a New Scientist magazine!) Somehow when I run out of one thing, I run out of everything else at the same time. I still need pore cleanser and facial scrub, but those will have to wait till next week. And I found a beautiful, three-of-a-kind (i.e. LIMITED) scarf in New Look, white with a paisley print in pastels. Not a busy print, just a little bit here and there, enough to make it interesting. They only have three, but I'm trusting to fate and hoping it's still there on Monday or Tuesday, whenever I next get into town.
Hum, what else? Tommy Jay, my twin, is thinking of enlisting for the Air Force (American) and if he gets in, is hoping to get posted to England. That would be really neat, since he lives in Ohio right now. I'm proud of him, and I hope that the military makes a man out of him. Normally I think that psychics have no business serving in the armed forces, but somehow this decision feels right, in my stomach. And, of course, it'd be nice to be able to see him. :)
Curt and I are planning on spending a couple days down in Somerset at Easter, but it'll depend on his schedule, and on my parents'.
So yeah, it's been a nice couple days. I wish that I weren't so tired and on so much of an emotional rollercoaster, but hey, you can't have everything.
How was your week?
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