All Souls' Night

I order my sister around mercilessly.

She called me tonight to let me know that she'd got her voice back again! (I hadn't known it was lost.) And she's still sick. But. They don't have any organge juice. No limeaide. No citrus juice, no apple juice, no fruit juices of any sort, no fruit ices, no... Well, they do have fruit.

So, my parting line was: Eat fruit, and go to sleep.

( never mind this, Darcy gets depressed when she gets fuzzy )

I think I'll take my own advice, with an addendum: Eat fruit, read a fun story, and go to sleep.

I'm not sure I'm going to be ready to go back to school when the time comes, given the way I've been letting even things I actually want to do just... slide. Actually, these past couple of weeks have seen something of a backslide in my behavior/attitude: sleeping more, doing less, feeling apathetic/antipathetic about making an effort (to go sing, to go to SCA, to take these actually really interesting online courses...), spending most of my time reading. That does not auger well for things like, you know, real classes, and living alone again. Add in that I've been burned twice, and... well.

To distract myself from this unpleasant business, I've been ripping apart a heavilydiscounted!impulsebuy!beanie baby ostrich. Along the seams, so I can copy the pattern out onto paper and modify it. Into a chocobo. Yes. And I'll reuse the insides in the process.

Then come the tentacles.

I'm not sure how many the teddy should have (they're coming out of its back), or where to put them on the chocobo. And I still haven't found a decent bunny to shoggothize. But yes, this is the project I pledged myself to work on for ciceqi and pyrotechnik.

That great aunt?

She's dead, now.

... not much I can say, really.

It's a daybed. That means that the mattress is a twin. Apparently, people who sleep on twin size beds are either going to college, or younger. By which I mean: everything is designed for someone who can't handle delicate fabrics. It's all either abysmally plain or printed, brightly colored, rainbow and pastel, 70's paisley, two-tone pseudo brocade that makes me think of china teacups and daffodils, plaids, squares, stripes, polka dots, cheapo-lameo-quilt-top-ish, blah. It's cheap, tacky, and plastic. Or it's designed for boys in their early teens.

Hello. I am a single person. I am at home. I do not have a double, full, queen, king, or california king sized bed because I do not need one, I could not fit one in my room, and I don't see the point in wasting money on it when I'm already buying a new frame and mattress because the old one makes my back and hips give out. However, I would like to spoil myself a little. I'd like new pillows, decent sheets, and a nice, good-looking comforter/duvet. Oh no, wait, sorry, you need at least a queen for that. Here, why don't you look in our teen & children's section? They have twin size. (By the way, the dorms section has only twin XL, which doesn't fit either.)

So now my feet hurt, my back hurts, my hip hurts at the joint and I'm limping, and I'm verging on a migraine. I've wasted over two hours and several tears to this endeavour and come out with nothing.

My mood is somewhat fouler than bleak.

Scream.

"Shut up!"

Scream.

"Do you not know what 'shut the fuck up' means?!"

Scream. Laughter.

Sometimes I really hate people.