bad day

Started with night terrors last night (amazing how in a normal day I can't move like a cat but wake me up out of a terror and I can fly across the room a crouch like cat ready to strike) amazingly got back to sleep and had a bizarre dream where my family was having a party inside a mall and I was packed to fly (but I had three open totes and only one army duffle) and I was waiting for, Sekhmet, Penguin Boy's mom to show up because she was flying with me. SHe was late and had only one piece of luggage so I talked her into putting my totes in her luggage so I wouldn't get charged for it but the ticket agent took Sekhmet's luggage before we could do that and then i couldn't find my ticket...

Then UPS showed up (on time) and confused the living hell out of me. He takes a polariod (hello, get with the 21'st cen. and get a digital bud) of the damaged boxes AND the scanner which has no visible damage but doesn't want to take a pictre of the cd's jammed up cd changer...THen proceeds to tell me that the insurance company will be talking to office depot and cutting them the check if they decide one should be cut and I need to talk to them to get my money. WTF? I said OD was just the drop off for UPS. You were the ones who crushed the shit out of my stuff not them. He says OD isn't with UPS and THEY'RE the ones with the insurance not me (Funny the payment for the insurance is on MY credit card). My head is now throbbing and I could really use the psych consult before I kill the damage inspector. He leaves and I sit with my broken stuff. UPS doesn't want it but the insurance company might come and claim it.

I go to school and my students bitch me out for 45 minutes over the test they failed on monday as if I never taught them this stuff but Karl did and HIS class did so much better etc etc (they didn't) and finally I lost it on them and they were very quiet the rest of the day. They're learning I'm not the easy mark they think I am.

Got home to find that the psychiatrist's office FINALLY called me back (of course, the one time I'm not home)

Didn't get much of nanomo typed because I had to jot off nearly 4000 words for a chapter of Leaning on E (see that confusing post for more details) yeah, 4000 words. See what I can do in a few hours when highly motivated and I STILL think it's rushed. Nanomo barely got 1000 words. It would have gotten more but I'm tired and it's about 130A so I'm putting myself back into bed which doesn't appeal to me after last night.

35,127 / 50,000 (70.3%)

COOL

Being a history geek pays off (Okay I'm really more like Giles than anyone else on Buffy). I just won lunch because I knew that Nathenial B Parker discovered Antartica on this date. I was TRYING to win a turkey and a chance to go to the Mall of America but I'll have to settle for lunch since I never ever get through on the turkey thing and the last chance just happened. POUT. (not that I know what I'd do with a freaking turkey living alone).

You Are From Neptune

You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability. You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea. Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion. You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone. If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything.

What Planet Are You From?

Your Stripper Name is: Puppy

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Ummm

Should I be worried that after an hour with me the nurse practioner who did my routinue gynie made damn sure they crammed me in to the psychiatrist next week the day after Thanksgiving?

She was a very good nurse practioner too. very thorough and told me somethng I didn't know but makes perfect sense given my blood sugar readings. Polycystic Ovaries not only makes you fat but helps to make you totally glucose intolerant (I.e. diabetic) No wonder I can't get either under control. Can't combat the hormones being dumped by the ovaries (and even with hysterectomies they tend to leave the ovaries because they otherwise are highly protective of the female body)

On the way home the damn check engine light came on. ABout 10 minutes after I left the gas pump. Betting it's ANOTHER of those stupid gas sensor's that go out in this car on a regular basis.