welp, here i am! i have been extra exhausted and migraineful when not so, and needed to get work done so i took my “pep” pill that my doctor gave me for such times. it is odd because when it wears off, it is so drastic, like a battery going dead…dead. so yesterday, i took a half, and about 4 hours later, it wore off. i was falling asleep around 5p and jake said i should take the other half so i wouldn’t fall asleep and wake up when he was sleeping, so i did and then was hyper like a maniac when he was trying to fall asleep and clearly annoying the crap out of him. i rarely can tell i am annoying him. when i take them, i am able to get so much done, i feel sort of winded, like i have been running (not that i really know what running would feel like) but i feel hyper at the same time. if i didn’t have the lupus and chronic fatigue, etc, etc, i wonder what i would be like? it is silly to really bother thinking about it, but i think i am fairly productive, all things considered, and i wonder if i would be manic and uber productive. who knows? not i. anyway, i got several mixed media pieces done which i really like a lot…wanna see?
this one is “come see”
this one is “jump”
and “what now?”
and “march 5, 1974″
the little journal page is from a gardening journal i got at an auction that only has a few pages per year, at the beginning of spring until the end of summer saying the temperature, what is coming up and when and little clippings from the newspaper, mostly about gardening and gardening clubs. it is a bit odd. i have 3 more collages in the works. i overdid it a bit today, worked about 9 hours straight through which is a lot for me. i have had either a headache or bad nausea all day but don’t want to take my nausea meds because it makes me sleeeeeepy. i may just take it soon. gah! barf!
i printed out my shipping stuff which took FOREVER, it was a lot of packages, but i had other things that i had to handwrite that i need to mail off to-morrow. i had someone send me all of her weaving threads and stuff she didn’t need anymore that i was supposed to send some stuff, except that i can’t find her address (i saved the box for the label, but i can’t find it. anywhere.) i then searched through 2 of my email accounts and couldn’t find anything there and went onto knitter’s review forum where i met her, i think, and the conversation was gone, so i don’t have any idea how to even email her. i don’t remember what her username was. grrrr. i left a couple of posts and hopefully someone if not her will read it and contact her or me. i feel like a jerk. i actually almost sent the package to the wrong person. it is loaded full of good stuff that i know she will want, but…sigh. disorganization does have a price. i write everything down, but can’t remember where i wrote it. i couldn’t find any of my pencil sharpeners and after tearing the place up, i found it in my desk drawer. smart, eh? i do that a lot, put things in the place they should go, and then am not sure where i put it. sigh. i annoy myself sometimes. imagine how poor jake feels.
the studio is an utter pigsty and i need to clean it up after i get the last batch of orders out. it is so messy that i can barely move in there. i need to clean out my closet because i can store all of my fiber and things that are for sale on the shelves, so i have room for supplies i use on the studio shelves.
what else? one of my best clients sent me all of her yarn and fabric scraps plus a zillion of the little jewelry packs that had the bunny beads in them. i am soooo excited. once i get my errands done to-morrow and the cleaning up done, i hope to do some bunny yarns. she is the beeeeest! you know who you are lady!
i had a crazy nightmare the other night where a got caught in the middle of two gangs and they put everyone on their knees and told us to close our eyes and were cutting everyone in half vertically with a big piece of sheet metal. i couldn’t decide whether to keep my eyes closed or not. i didn’t want to make it easy for them…right as they were about to wack me, jake woke me up. there was actually a lot more to the nightmare, but a lot of it didn’t make any sense once i woke up. it did involve a sleezy hotel room that barbe booked for jake and i for our anniversary or something as a gag and we stayed there because we felt like we should, but it was super creepy and dirty and the only thing you could watch on tv was dirty movies. old ones. it has always bugged me that i only have creepy nightmares, never dreams. it seems like a reflection of my soul and self, that even in my own mind, i don’t get to be dazzling and successful. sigh.
a thunderstorm is starting, so i best get off of the computer. i love the rain!
mwah!
n.
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