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No rest for the wicked
May. 18th, 2007 07:22 amActually, that's not a spoiler for last night's Supernatural season finale - I'm talking about me.
Firstly, thanks needs to go to you all for putting up with me being unusually emo in the past week. Aside from the stress of "OMFG WHAT HAPPENS NEXT" between last week's cliffhanger and last night, I've been gearing up at work for our big annual trade show in New York next week and quietly freaking out about stuff like having forgotten to find someone to look after my cat while I was away and not having contacted my friends in New York yet and still not having registered the Gay Geeks for the Dyke March and Pride Parade this year.
Add to this the fact that I haven't slept well for weeks which for me is (a) unusual (I sleep the sleep of the dead, yo.) and (b) an automatic recipe for emotional haywireness. I think maybe it's the fact that the sun comes up so damn early this time of year. So I've been angsty and emo which completely kills my appetite, and dude, I went to see my doctor on Wednesday for a simple prescription renewal and discovered I'd lost six pounds.
I am now tipping the scale at 101 lbs, people. (For those of you who don't know me, that's not quite as alarming as it sounds: I'm a naturally skinny person *ducks tomatoes* and am normally about 105-110 lbs with the appetite of a horse. Seriously. Ask my co-workers.) BUT STILL. It's not like I have lots of fat stores to play with. And I was sick last Saturday and this past Tuesday. What the hell, I ask you.
ANYway. So lots of little stressful things going on adding up to a not-very-happy Den. But my friends have been awesome, I did finally register the Gay Geeks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jumila, bless her, will be looking after the kitty while I'm away (house party! ;)), and yesterday was the final push to get ready for the show. I'm breaking out the Ensure and lots of other little time-tested tricks to get my weight back up again.
And then there was the finale last night.krakkernuts and jumila came over, as has become our tradition, and in addition to our pizza and ice cream Krakkernuts brought a lemon poppyseed loaf she'd made. Sooo good. We managed to survive the EFFING COMMERCIALS and, well, ( I believe this picture sums up our collective response nicely. )
This evening I've got the one screening of Inside Out (the Toronto gay and lesbian film festival) I've managed to squeeze in, then tomorrow is running around getting ready for the trip, then working my ass off in New York until next Friday, then disappearing into the wonderful endurance marathon of Anime North next weekend. Aaand then back to work the next day.
So I love you all, and I really hope I'll have a chance to play with you and at least find out how ya'll are doing after the finale. But I'm not sure I'll have time over the next ten days, so just know I'm thinking of you all and cross your fingers for me, okay?
*hugs you all*
Firstly, thanks needs to go to you all for putting up with me being unusually emo in the past week. Aside from the stress of "OMFG WHAT HAPPENS NEXT" between last week's cliffhanger and last night, I've been gearing up at work for our big annual trade show in New York next week and quietly freaking out about stuff like having forgotten to find someone to look after my cat while I was away and not having contacted my friends in New York yet and still not having registered the Gay Geeks for the Dyke March and Pride Parade this year.
Add to this the fact that I haven't slept well for weeks which for me is (a) unusual (I sleep the sleep of the dead, yo.) and (b) an automatic recipe for emotional haywireness. I think maybe it's the fact that the sun comes up so damn early this time of year. So I've been angsty and emo which completely kills my appetite, and dude, I went to see my doctor on Wednesday for a simple prescription renewal and discovered I'd lost six pounds.
I am now tipping the scale at 101 lbs, people. (For those of you who don't know me, that's not quite as alarming as it sounds: I'm a naturally skinny person *ducks tomatoes* and am normally about 105-110 lbs with the appetite of a horse. Seriously. Ask my co-workers.) BUT STILL. It's not like I have lots of fat stores to play with. And I was sick last Saturday and this past Tuesday. What the hell, I ask you.
ANYway. So lots of little stressful things going on adding up to a not-very-happy Den. But my friends have been awesome, I did finally register the Gay Geeks,
jumila, bless her, will be looking after the kitty while I'm away (house party! ;)), and yesterday was the final push to get ready for the show. I'm breaking out the Ensure and lots of other little time-tested tricks to get my weight back up again.And then there was the finale last night.
krakkernuts and jumila came over, as has become our tradition, and in addition to our pizza and ice cream Krakkernuts brought a lemon poppyseed loaf she'd made. Sooo good. We managed to survive the EFFING COMMERCIALS and, well, ( I believe this picture sums up our collective response nicely. )This evening I've got the one screening of Inside Out (the Toronto gay and lesbian film festival) I've managed to squeeze in, then tomorrow is running around getting ready for the trip, then working my ass off in New York until next Friday, then disappearing into the wonderful endurance marathon of Anime North next weekend. Aaand then back to work the next day.
So I love you all, and I really hope I'll have a chance to play with you and at least find out how ya'll are doing after the finale. But I'm not sure I'll have time over the next ten days, so just know I'm thinking of you all and cross your fingers for me, okay?
*hugs you all*
