So, Tuesday, Mama stentoriansista and I went for a run out in the drizzle in Virginia Beach. I got about 2 and a half minutes into a jog before I twisted my left ankle pretty badly. And, of course, once you have badly twisted an ankle on a jogging trail, you have to walk the mile and a bit back to the car to get home. In what was now the rain.

So, we got back to the house, I got back to the room stentoriansista and I were sharing and I got into some dry clothes and had a good cry. Because my ankle hurt and dammit, I was disappointed! I was supposed to run in the Turkey Trot in two days! I'd worked really hard for it and I was looking forward to the race which I couldn't run because I couldn't put weight on my ankle.

So, it's been healing just fine. I can walk pretty much normally, though it tends to hurt quite a bit. I called my nurse advice line with my health care and they said it's pretty much normal and to continue to keep it elevated, ice and have advil appropriately. Obviously, I can't exercise the way I used to for a while, but since I don't want to get out of the habit, I thought I'd swim for exercise for the next couple of weeks.

But dammit, none of the Arlington County Parks & Recreation Fitness Centers have pools attached. And they're not a part of the gym system so it'd be a separate payment. Plus half the fun of doing this is that stentoriansista and I would both go to the gym at the same time. We could probably do TC Williams instead, but still... dammit ArCo, you're messing with my plans.

( Running. No zombies are chasing me, alas )

( Doctor/Money Stuff )

Other than that, things are pretty meh. We're going down to Duck for Thanksgiving and it'll be lovely. I still can't find any pants that fit. I continue to have a fabulous fiancee who I love dearly. I continue to be amazed that I can say the word "fiancee." DC continues to be on the verge of passing gay marriage. I've been knitting a little bit (monkey, yes, but a baby blanket and a chemo cap as well). I want a hardcore massage to work all the kinks out of my neck and shoulder. The TV show Glee is the best thing ever and so is its soundtrack. stentoriansista and I are taking salsa lessons, which is really fun except for the whole 'wait, a girl is leading?' aspect and the fact that Joy of Motion has the worst customer service ever in DuPont. I miss Thursdays at Playbill with prettyprincessb and mareska. Everyone I know is pregnant, which is weird to me. I want to see both Precious and The Blind Side, so I can weep like a small child. Now that the monkey's done, I can read again and I've been devouring library books. Auditioned for The Vagina Monologues. That sort of thing.

So, we had a big meeting for staffing a work event a week from Saturday and there weren't any chairs. So, I sat on the floor. I put my left hand out on the way down and my wrist cracked when I put some weight on it to sit. It's a little red and it hurts now, but not swollen, which makes me wonder if I did something to it when I sat. Which would really just be the icing on the cake. My left ankle is crap from repeated sprains/twisting, during the course of yoga classes a few years ago, my left hip started clicking and if my left hip flexor isn't warm, it'll click and I'll limp a little (happens once or twice a month) and my left shoulder is where I get my wretched knitting knots.

So, yeah. Falling apart at the seams over here. Boo.

In other news, I just had a turkey and cheese sandwich with the sharp cheddar from Farmstead Fresh cheese and it's really good. (My CSA places a bulk order for his subscribers and we don't have to pay shipping. It's nice) I would highly recommend it, except that I wonder if I'm slightly allergic to it. It makes my tongue and the roof of my mouth tingle a little, which conventional cheese doesn't. Googling about allergies and raw milk cheese just seems to say that it's better than you than conventional cheese, which isn't helping. Maybe it's just psychosomatic since stentoriansista had a similar response when she tried it. I don't remember it when I tried it last night...

Delightful time out at karaoke last night, quickly followed by this morning, where I had to go to the dentist. Again. Went to get a permanent crown from last month and told them about how bad it's been hurting (4 advil a day bad). So, he put the permanent on and whittled it down until it cleared well, then decided that it was so whittled it needed to be polished by the lab, so the temporary went on again and got about an inch shaved off of it. My tooth still really hurts (despite the Advil I took two hours ago!!), but I'm hoping it'll go away in a day or two.

And, of course, on the way to work, I ran into the blood drive guy on the elevator. Apparently my top shows a bit of my tattoo if it's pulled down, so he asked me about it and I had to explain it and mentioned that was why I couldn't give blood. Sigh.

Also, everyone needs to watch this video because it's freaking adorable. (Yes, it's the wedding entrance one)

I'm making refrigerator pickled beets (and maybe carrots) tonight before watching the end of the Torchwood miniseries, which I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT. I've got about 50 different things I want to make before next Sunday, not a lot of time to do it and, weirdly, not enough basil. Despite having about 5 plants around the house and the CSA of all basil all the time.

So, I got a temporary crown put on one of my upper molars 3 weeks ago. Three days afterwards, I had an allergic reaction to something (probably the pain meds, though there's a slight possibility I was allergic to one of the foods at Becoming). I kept waiting for the crown to stop hurting. It never did. (The rash, btw, calmed down considerably with high doses of benadryl, which made me want to lapse into a coma at work, that's how tired I was. It's nearly gone now) Like, popping Advil 4 times a day for it. So, I called the dentist's office on Monday like 'yo, the doc said to call if this keeps hurting, so I'm calling.' They said just come in for my appointment today as normal.

So, I did. Oy. They took an x-ray of the tooth and decided to put in the permanent crown with temporary glue. Then, the very nice dentist assistant whacked my lip trying to pull out the temporary crown. Like, I've got a little bit of a fat lip. She kept asking if I wanted to be numbed up, and I, foolishly remembering how my bottom teeth permanent crowns went, declined. That shit hurt. OMG. Put in the permanent, whittled it down, asked if it felt like it was flush, said no, pulled it out and sanded it down a bit while having me chomp on gauze (which also hurt). Repeat about 5 times. An hour later, the dentist wants me to come in next week and is practically forcing painkillers on me. (He's also suprised that I was allergic to the Darvoset and not to Percoset) I'm sorry, does it make me weird to want to treat this with advil if advil makes the pain go away? I don't want to be vaguely drunk and itchy on painkillers for the weekend if popping ibuprofen every four hours makes it not hurt. Next time, I'm getting Novocaine, I don't care how much I hate it.

The bright side is that is no longer hurts like hell to have water hit that side of my mouth and chewing on that side is still not great, but better than it was. Also, the crown feels weird... like when you've got something caught in your teeth and it feels a little out of place? Like that. But the whole tooth. It's also not 100% flush but it's better and I should, in theory, be able to wear my mouth guard again soon.

Also, the dental assistant (the face puncher) always makes comments about me having 'a tiny little mouth' and I always want to say 'I don't know, it was big enough for your boyfriend last night' back to her. But that'd be rude, right?

In other news, I want to cook this weekend. We went to Costco (sweet buttery costco) yesterday, where I bought probably $75 worth of meat (pork loin, beef brisket, broiler roaster chickens, chicken breasts). I'm going to crock one of the broiler roasters this weekend and use the meat to make jambalaya or some such, as well as hopefully roast a pork loin, make some yogurt, go to the farmer's market and buy all their sweet potatoes and such, cook some beet greens, bake some bread, etc... I haven't done a good, solid cook in yonks, so it'd be nice to do that. Storing meat in the freezer (in preparation for the zombie apocalypse? Maybe...) is a good way of ensuring I have an easy way to put together work lunches.

Plus, now I've got a ton of beets to nomble, because I roasted them all last night. Cannot wait to try that.

Went to the eye doc today, otherwise known as 'here, let's blind you and then shoot air into your eyes in the name of health.' Everything's good and I've got an updated prescription. Played with their glasses, found a pair that I lurve and don't know if they suit me. Will check them out tonight at the Hour Eyes at Pentagon City after pants shopping and then check out Costco, which would require payment upfront and then reimbursement from eye insurance. Also it has deliciously unhealthy pizza and other fun things. I love Costco. Like, a lot. Wore my cute new mel21clc style shoes to work today, which would have been a great idea except that I had to walk the 10 blocks from the eye doc to work. I now have blisters on both pinky toes. Not sure if I'm going to use these for Mark Twain now, though hopefully they can heal in 6 days. They'd be perfect for the outfit, I think. stentoriansista awesomely brought me non-ouchy shoes and a bag for Costco. ROCKING.

Killed myself in pilates today. Yikes, it was bad. I need to go more but I really hate it, as I do all ab strengtheners.

Planning to avoid any election stuff tonight completely, except for the Daily Show special. I'd rather get the phone call/text message from mel21clc tonight at 3am (what... you know you're going to) and find out that way.

And now some linkspam:
Brooke Smith fired from Gray's Anatomy - otherwise known as one half of the 'we're lesbians now!' couple. Y'all, this breaks my heart, not because it's a good show (it's not) that I watch (I don't, but I read the TWoP recaps), but because it was so nice to see a same-sex couple displayed on screen in an interesting, non-stereotypical way. (I'm looking at you, House)

That's... that's Harrison Ford?!

Boondock Saints sequel - no word if William Defoe will be in drag yet.

So, I have a wonky eye. Specifically, an eye that gets red and ouchy if I leave contacts in too long. First noticed at the end of May, became an issue mid-June. I wore my glasses for two weeks, attempted a new set of contacts for a few hours on the 4th of July, no problem. Wore them again on Sunday, fine. Yesterday? Wonky eye returns.

So, it's time to see a doctor about this, especially since, when I tried to put in eyedrops today, it freaking burned. So, I get to work and try to figure out my various plans, check the internet and figure that I probably should see an opthamologist (not an optometrist). The problem? I chose the free HMO plan here - it's the same one I had at my last job and there aren't any real benefits to paying $20 a month for the POS, except that you don't need to get referrals to see a doctor. And according to my HMO, I need to see my primary care doc before I can go see an opthamologist. OK, fine, whatever, I'm overdue for a physical anyway and I have a whole host of other issues I want to talk to a doc about.

My PCP is a random name I picked off the website directory. GW physician, female, close by and the phone number provided for her has been busy for the past hour. This is probably not a good sign.

Also, I have a raging headache.

ETA: GW says she no longer works there. Awesome. And everything nearby that might work? Is not accepting new patients. I totally want to cry right now.

ETA 2: Went crawling back to crappy doc, who can fit me in... on Monday. Nowhere in the city is taking new patients. Fuckers.

So, yesterday was a crafternoon chez stentoriansista's. And I asked her friend (who has a masters in public health and is super awesome) about a doctor visit I had two visits ago where I asked for a couple of bloodtests and was told that my insurance wouldn't cover that and I'd have to pay for it out of pocket if I wanted to. Now, these weren't malaria tests or polio or anything else ridiculous. These were basic tests - checking my iron levels and hormone levels. And the friend basically told me that was bullshit and to get a second opinion. And then I remembered this incident where the doctor didn't notice or recognize that I was in 3 days after previously being in and some shadiness about having to come in for two visits for that for insurance purposes. So, I just switched PCPs to one of goingdriftless' old doctors (the Telegraph ones). This actually makes me really happy and caused me to remember the other eyebrow raisers from this doctor, the way that she wrote down all of my questions on my chart but never answered them, the time she took a cell phone call at the beginning of an appointment, those sorts of things. So, I feel better now.

Also, last night I sewed my first sleeves and attempted (but not finished) my first pants. Be afraid.

Dear Davis Vision Care,

What is your major malfunction? Please explain to me why if I want to get an eye exam for glasses, it will cost me $10 and if I want to get an eye exam for contacts, I get a 15% discount and will pay $60.15? How does this work? The contact lens fitting portion of the exam took a grand total of 1 minute. How does one minute cost me $50.15? Why do you suck so much?

And how is it that your lens provider lens123.com is on so much crack? You say we'll pay up to 40% of retail price... so why is one box of lenses is $45 when TruVision has it for $24 (and is recommended by my health care) and 1-800-Contacts has it for $22.50 a box? (Granted, they price match, but it's the principal of the thing!) I mean, I'll be getting my contacts from Costco of 1-800-Contacts regardless, but again, I find it so very, very weird that you'll cover up to $70 for a pair of glasses but almost nothing for contacts.

I'm going to get the contact wearers of Washington, DC together and we're going to march on your administrative offices. There'll be blood, baby.

Fuck you very much,
Christina

PS - My prescription has gone up .5 on each eye. Eyes, why do you do this to me?

For two nights running, the very act of lying down to sleep has triggered coughing fits and more annoyingly, that constant tickle that precedes coughing fits. I guess I could get some night time decongestants, but I really hate taking sedatives. As of tomorrow, it'll have been around for a week and I'm very annoyed. Not to mention I'm tired-er and crankier than normal, so everything pisses me off.

I had my massage yesterday. Something was telling me not to get my hopes up anmd it was right - the guy I got wasn't allowed to do deep tissue massage, so the main reason I went (to get my shoulder knots to go away) wasn't taken care of at all. I mean, it was nice and relaxing, but not what I wanted. I'm disappointed to a little upset - I think if I hadn't had the mindset that this would make me feel so much better in terms of day to day life for a month, it would have been nice, but yeah. I'm sad inside.

Not to mention I'm feeling kinda ooky. There's something weird going on with my sinuses and my tummy's been complaining - probably due to the giant lack of sleep I've been getting. Hopefully, I'll sleep like a baby this weekend (waking up crying every three hours) and feel better. Still, I'm just kind of pissy today.

I got up at 6:12, 6:21, 6:30 and then 6:50 this morning. Then I got dressed and realized it was 7 and I didn't need to catch my bus until 7:30. So, I went back to bed for 20 minutes, caught the earlier bus (guess it was running late?) and got to my dentist's office at 7:30. It opens at 8, so I sat outside and read until they let me in. I thought I was getting a cleaning and one of my cavities filled, but I got a cleaning and BOTH of my cavities filled. Hooray for no return visits! Boo for novocaine! It still hasn't worn off, I'm starving and I don't like eating until the numbness goes away. I think I'll cave and eat a bagel.

SO TIRED. So much crap to take camping. Still haven't heard if I have a bed. Need to make bread tonight. Yep.

What just happened? I was working, bopping along, doing just fine and then bam. I'm tired, I'm upset, I want to backhand someone, I feel like a failure, blah blah blah. Hello, major mood swing, completely unwarranted & unprovoked, how are you?

I think I'm just tired. Between the 8am board meeting yesterday, the 9am doctor's appointment today and the 8am dentist tomorrow, I've gotten not enough sleep. And tomorrow is a cleaning AND a cavity fill. Yuck. At least I'm seeing Harry Potter tonight! YAYAYAYAYAY!!! Yes, I am a giant geek. I have an hour to kill before the show, so I think I'm going to ::gulp:: call my mother. Of course, my cell phone is starting to die, so at least I have an excuse to end the call.

I get a massage tomorrow. I'm very, very excited about this. I think I'm getting my hopes a bit too high, but I really want them to work out all of my shoulder knots and then I'll have a reasonable range of motion on my arms and/or can shrug without crunchy noises and/or not constantly bug stentoriansista to rub my back.

I finally went grocery shopping yesterday and broke a new record for me - $100 worth of food. My freezer now has 4 kinds of meat, more ice cream, I have camping foods and chili fixings, it's all good in the hood. Of course, my grocery cart that I bought in April and have used maybe 5 times broke on the way home, but I'm pretty sure it's fixable with duct tape. What is it with me breaking things? Plus, I got to go hang out with mareska and a_muse_amused for mareska's birfday and generally feel a bit more in order.

stentoriansista found me a (free!!!) bed & mattress set on craigslist with basically a "write something entertaining & I'll give it to you" hook. I was charming and witty for 5 paragraphs and assuming the single mom with two kids punks out, I can have it! New mattress! No box spring! IKEA cute bedness! Of course, I'd have to get rid of the old bed, but that's what freecycle is for. This could be very exciting.

While I'm crazy-ing it up, I became a member for the pagan group that I've been visiting once a month, which makes me very happy. I really, really like it. And I'm not just saying that because two folks in it read this LJ. I like the people, I like the ritual, I really like that it's a group of folks that you can hang out with and not feel like you need a bath to wash off the skeeze afterwards. It's funny, I'm so out of practice and I've been abusing my body so much that I'm almost completely energy de-sensitized... I used to be much more attuned to these things and I'm sure I would be again if I took better care of myself. It's just nice to take a day a month and acknowledge the sacred in the world.

I was just thinking that I might want to go to the Maryland Faerie Festival next weekend, when I realized... it's only this weekend. Le sigh.

Went to the doctor again today about this rash that's been on my hand since February. What's scary? Same GP I went to on Wednesday. Did she recognize me? No. Now, I'm wearing my glasses today and doctors don't always look at your faces, but that was a bit jarring. But I've got my allergy med scrip and an anti-fungal cream (chilimuffin, that was the basic diagnosis - not ringworm, whee!).

I didn't sleep well at all last night and I'm officially tired and cranky. I think someone walked by the house belting Indigo Girls last night, but I'm not sure. I'm not sure what I need to get done today and my boss is out and I just want to go back to bed. And considering I'm going to work for 5 hours tomorrow, that seems like a great option. But I'm taking next Friday off and I may just leave work early on Thursday (and TAKE OVER THE WORLD. Or make casserole & cake for the picnic that Saturday).

I hope the weather clears up so I can go see jaaron firedance again. Or maybe just go home and sleep. Mmm... sleep.

I left work early today to go to the doctor's office. I had to go to relation to a visit I made in February (I'm fine, quit yer bitching). While I was waiting, I thought I'd ask about the HPV vaccine. Not only am I eligible for it, my insurance covers it... so I got the first of three shots (ow! OW OW OW OW!). Aside from having a physician's assistant who was obviously new at the job (too waay too long to get my blood pressure, my pulse and had a discussion when I was surprised that my weight was lower than I thought it would be), it went without incident. I requested a copy of my bloodwork results from February and aside from my HDL cholesterol being 20 points higher than recommended (the good kind, so not that big a deal), everything was good. Woot! And hopefully, Friday will fix Dumbledore!hand and I'll be good.

Came home, cooked a chicken, made some whole wheat bread, drank wine. Best salad in the world? Roasted pecans & walnuts, spring greens, a handful of rasberries, blue cheese & homemade balsamic vinaigrette. I rule. I watched Love Me If You Dare, which made me cry and I really enjoyed... until the last 5 minutes. Damn French.

Now I'm watching Lost, even though we broke up, and I can't find the remote control. I hung a picture on my bathroom wall improperly, but I'd rather have it where it is than have the hole in the walll where it's gone. Oh well.

Seriously, though, the remote has been missing since 5pm. Would someone please give it back?

Had Fogo de Chao for lunch for restaurant week lunch and still haven't recovered. Of course, the two hour nap I took probably didn't help. I should have dinner at some point, but I probably won't.

The dentist, once I actually got in, was really good. It's so refreshing to have a doctor that actually listens to you, instead of talking over you. stentoriansista says I have a crush on him, but really, I have a crush on their office - they started out with an hour long initial exam, full x-rays and a cleaning. When I got my diagnosis, they actually printed out a course of treatment for me and including a price estimate (which for the crown & two cavities will cost less than the crown I got from the last guys). It's just refreshing to deal with people who aren't trying to upsell you, you know? I'm getting a cavity and a crown taken care of in mid-February and I'm so taking a sick day when that happens.

Took the bus (for a total of 4 times today) to the bridal store where I tried on the altered bridesmaid dress, which was made so tight that I couldn't actually zip it up on my own. They're letting it out for me and I'll pick it up next week before I jet set outta here.

After lunch, the Girl & I wandered over to H&M, where I found a really pretty wrap dress... that I made her buy. And I shall borrow it. Because it looked awesome on her too and she's more likely to wear dresses. But I'm gonna wear it to the rehearsal dinner. Got my hair cut at Bubbles - not sure if I like it, but it'll do. Sent the girlfriend home. I've been kind of wanting a lazy night off to do nothing, which I now have.

OK, I've gotta clean and I've gotta potentially make a potroast. And dinner. And brownies. And clean. Ugh. Clean.

PS - Wil Wheaton, I love you SO MUCH for this entry.

I have a sinking sensation that the crown I got last year is infected at the gum line. I have a dental exam on Friday. I am terrified of how bad it will be.

Stupid fucking teeth.

Dear Body,

Remember that problem that cleared up 12 hours before my doctor's appointment? Why is it back? Is this problem only to recur on Tuesdays? Did I do something extra special last night? Is it something I ate?

Thanks a lot, body. Now I get to decide if I want to spend another $20 and still get blown off, or hope that it recurs for the third time when I go to get my stitches out next Monday.

Hate you lotses,
Christina

That is my choice of word for today. Work was fine, but I went to the doctor beforehand and did the whole "I'm having problems with X & Y" and got a "You're fine! Please to be giving us a $20 copay now!" I wish I were more assertive at the doctor's but the attitude I get always pisses me off. I'm sorry, I wouldn't take an hour out of my day and give you money if I didn't feel something was wrong. Doctors never listen and I find that exceedingly frustrating.

Unfortunate number two is my reading material. I picked up Wicca's Charm at the Arlington County Library booksale thinking that it would be kind of like Drawing Down the Moon. I completely missed the part where the writer had worked for The Washington Times, a paper that refers to gay marriage as 'gay "marriage."' It's rather condescending. After about 30 pages, it's clear that the author thinks these people are wrong and going to hell. She's trying to give an honest portrayal, but her distate for the religion is clear. Favorite bit so far? "Wiccans are, as a rule, not consciously or deliberately worshipping Satan. Whether they are unconsciously worshipping him is an issue on which Wiccans will differ with Christians." Considering that the author originally thought we were Satan worshippers before writiing this story, I suppose it's a start. Still, I'm only continuing to read this because I need metro reading. I doubt I'll finish it - maybe I'll give it to the OHF library? If they want it? When I first met Shea at a Pagan happy hour (actual name escapes me), he mentioned that he'd been contacted by an author looking to write a book, researched her and refused based on her previous writing experience. $5 says this is the author (and it's too bad, because he probably would have come off pretty well).

Dear Body,

You have problems. I understand that. That's why when a problem that I've had before shows up again (and far worse this time), I call my advice line and through their advice, make an appointment with a doctor for less than 48 hours later. I go through at least two hours of anxiety that I've got a Serious Health Crisis. However, you've now cleared up said problems. And while that's awesome, you couldn't have waited a day?

Ah well, at least I can have a physical.

Love,
Me

I don't understand what's wrong with me. I'm about to pass out from tired, despite having slept nine hours last night, taken a 3 hour nap the day before and gotten 8 hours before that (granted, there was a lot of drinking Friday night, but still). And I can't sleep straight through the night lately - I keep pulling a sentry act, waking every hour or hour and a half. It's getting frustrating and I'm getting some chest congestion which is leading me to think chest cold is coming. During opening week, well... you might as well just shoot me now. I really hope that this is just allergies and I'm being silly, but if this ends up being a cold, i may end up having another nervous breakdown.

Fun weekend, though. Beef Stew with Curry and Lemongrass was a success, despite the lemongrass being a little chewy. I saw The Future of Food which was ZOMG scary, especially if you watch it right before making dinner. Long story short, genetically modified foods may be in everything we eat, but since it's not labeled, we have no way of knowing. Oh, and they modify the plant's DNA using E. Coli and other bacteria. Yeah. I'm officially scared now.

Anyway, hopefully this quasi-nausea will go way and I can get some sleep.

I've got these small bug bites all over me, probably an effect of sitting out on the grass during Crystal City Rocks on Sunday. I keep discovering new ones, on my arms, feet, calves and back. I have, however, decided that I have THE PLAGUE and am going to die from THE PLAGUE in the not so distant future. This is probably because I first discovered them on my right low back, which is where my shingles rash dominated when I got shingles in college. (By the way, I realize the severe dork levels of looking up these entries) I'm, of course, imagining all kinds of terrible scenarios, probably in London and will have to shorten/extend my trip and pay thousands of dollars in penalties, blah blah blah. Or where they won't let me in because I'm carrying the ubervirus set to destroy the land of Londonia. Yeah, hypochondria/paranoia/chronic worrier (hey, worrying is sexy). I know I'm being dumb, but I'm still being dumb.

THE PLAGUE, I SAY!!!

I ate something... bad. Bleh. Bad. Like, I left my garbage can by my bed last night just in case. Made it through the night fine, but now... still bad. Maybe it was the pretzel? Maybe the chicken wasn't cooked thoroughly, even though it totally was? Maybe the pork went bad after 4 days in the fridge? Maybe the mashed potatoes aren't good? Maybe I crammed my face with ate too much sugar last night?

All I know is, it's probably best that there's only rehearsal here today.

Pick up lines for feminists (thanks pinkhairedcyn!)

And HOLY CRAP I might be going to London in June. HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP!

I'm not ready to start taking yarn requests, but this is Very. Exciting.

Now if my sinuses would just stop with the ouching.

Also, please note my awesome new icon.

Spinning wheel guy got back to me and gave me a suggestion to fix the wheel. Means buying something called Locktite.

Y'all, I'm going to die. I've been having on & off dizzy fits since Lost started. More on than off. I don't think I've been running a fever but I've been phlegmy and had a sore throat all day. Foot still hurts.

And my motherfucking spinning wheel has broken. AGAIN. Since we're coming up on the one year anniversary of when I bought the gorram thing, it's only fitting that it should break. AGAIN. FOR THE THIRD TIME. (And may I point out that this is the second replacement wheel?) A screw came loose, well... See where it broke two times ago? The one closer to the broken end/hinge. It's come loose, stripped itself and possibly widened the metal hole. This could simply just be replace the screw and move on or this could mean that I have to get another wheel. Sent the maker an email, asked him if he'd be at MSWF and if I should bring it along to show the problem.

I should have bought a kiwi.

Grah. h8. Going to bed.

In other news, my precious arrive and is working just fine.