So it's the usual weekend stuff: cleaning, organizing, procrastinating.
I took out the waist high pile of recycling from under my kitchen counter and turned to dealing with the kitchen garbage. There was 2 inches of liquid brown uck in the bottom of the garbage can. I nearly puked while dumping it down my toilet (which had to be cleaned after). A few minutes of soaking in bleach and an all over scrub and it's not nearly as offensive, but my god... where the hell did that stuff come from? I was instantly reminded of soylent green.
My first sheaf of immigration documents arrived via fedex this morning. It's not *nearly* as bad as I thought it would be. I've got a few questions on some of the requirements that I have to ask my lawyer, but honestly it all seems pretty straightforward. *knocks on wood*
I'm compiling a list of groceries as I plan to do a massive shop and take a cab home. It's going to be interesting as we've been having thunderstorms all day. In fact there's a severe thunderstorm watch on.
I talked to my sister about the "romantic cd I'm making for surly" and she came up with a few suggestions already. *marks Loreena McKennitt down on the list of wedding night iPod music*
I got a mouthguard for my nightly teethgrinding this week. My god those things are expensive. Thank goodness for dental insurance. Anyhow, I started wearing it two nights ago and noticed it funnels my drooling habit in a rather unattractive way, so much so that at one point the other night I woke up, lifted my head and a long trickle of spit landed on my pillow. I mentioned it to surly and he thinks it sounds very sexy.
Speaking of my mouthguard, I had a dream I was biting into a bun, and I'm chewing it in my dream, thinking "my, this is a hard and chewy bread product" when during a moment of lucidity I realized I was chewing on my mouthguard.
The dream fast devolved into this odyssey about an escape from an ashram full of sadistic cultists, involving much gore and detached bodyparts, sorta like a combination of a lovecraftian tale about a secret community and a scene from Hostel. I blame the mouthguard. 
I took out the waist high pile of recycling from under my kitchen counter and turned to dealing with the kitchen garbage. There was 2 inches of liquid brown uck in the bottom of the garbage can. I nearly puked while dumping it down my toilet (which had to be cleaned after). A few minutes of soaking in bleach and an all over scrub and it's not nearly as offensive, but my god... where the hell did that stuff come from? I was instantly reminded of soylent green.
My first sheaf of immigration documents arrived via fedex this morning. It's not *nearly* as bad as I thought it would be. I've got a few questions on some of the requirements that I have to ask my lawyer, but honestly it all seems pretty straightforward. *knocks on wood*
I'm compiling a list of groceries as I plan to do a massive shop and take a cab home. It's going to be interesting as we've been having thunderstorms all day. In fact there's a severe thunderstorm watch on.
I talked to my sister about the "romantic cd I'm making for surly" and she came up with a few suggestions already. *marks Loreena McKennitt down on the list of wedding night iPod music*
I got a mouthguard for my nightly teethgrinding this week. My god those things are expensive. Thank goodness for dental insurance. Anyhow, I started wearing it two nights ago and noticed it funnels my drooling habit in a rather unattractive way, so much so that at one point the other night I woke up, lifted my head and a long trickle of spit landed on my pillow. I mentioned it to surly and he thinks it sounds very sexy.
Speaking of my mouthguard, I had a dream I was biting into a bun, and I'm chewing it in my dream, thinking "my, this is a hard and chewy bread product" when during a moment of lucidity I realized I was chewing on my mouthguard.
The dream fast devolved into this odyssey about an escape from an ashram full of sadistic cultists, involving much gore and detached bodyparts, sorta like a combination of a lovecraftian tale about a secret community and a scene from Hostel. I blame the mouthguard. VIEW 11 of 11 COMMENTS
The mouth guard thing is pretty funny though... I have a CPAP machine, it makes me feel like Darth Vader.