Quizzes, whoo!

Which Disney Chick Are You?
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Cool.


What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Works for me. Oh wait, except that I hate feet. Right.

See what Care Bear you are.

Okay, that's all true, except for the optimist part.

Take the Sex Test

I like how I answered "top" and they're all "you're a bottom." Heh. Ah, well. I don't really consider myself solely one or the other, so it doesn't really matter. I am shy though. Duh.

I am a lean, mean, sleepin' machine

Wow, so, uh, so much for getting up early today. Heh. Guess what time I finally dragged my ass out of bed permanently? Oh, forty minutes ago or so. At five o'clock in the evening. Niiiice. I mean, yeah, I didn't go to bed until, what? Six thirty in the morning? Heh. Christ. And I really only made myself go to bed then, because my Mom and Stepdad were leaving for work. So I was like "Well, I guess I should probably go to bed." But I could've stayed up later, and wanted to. I'm really a very strange individual. I love sleep, flove it even, but never want to go to bed. I am eternally the little kid, yawning to their parent, going "But I'm not sleepy!"

Still though, I woke up at noon, but got back in bed, planning on getting up soon. Then I woke up again at two, and could've gotten up, but I had this wicked ear ache (which has been poppin up every now and then, the last month or so. It's a good thing I'm going to the doctor tomorrow, so I can have it checked out), and felt all cold and lazy, so I was like "I'll just lie down for a bit more, until my ear stops hurting." Yeah, then I woke up at five. Heh. D'oh!

I think I needed that sleep, though. Like, I've been low on energy lately, not giving myself enough sleep, and stressed out these last few days. Plus, fighting off a cold the last month or so. So, my body obviously just needed a day in bed. I feel all refreshed now. The only prob is that I was going to make a couple phone calls today, one of which I can't make now (because the office will be closed). The second, to talk to Peppy about the "stay as late as it takes thing" (I often ride the bus home, and the last one leaves at ten thirteen or so--hee, 1013. Okay, nehallania is the only one that got that, but oh well--so I don't have a choice about being able to do that, unless they drive my happy ass home), and to ask if she can give me more info on the "line busting" deal, and the "time limit" stuff I heard about last night. I know she closes tonight though, so I might call in a bit. I'm aware that I'm putting it off as we speak, but that's all right. As long as I get it done. Although I won't be surprised if I find a way to put it off till tomorrow. *rolling eyes*

Oh, and my appointment tomorrow is at 1:45, I think. If I get a ride, I don't have to leave till like 1:15, maybe? So, that's okay. But, if I ride the bus, I'll have to leave earlier than that. Which means I have to make myself fall asleep earlier than usual tonight (you know, earlier than the ass-crack of dawn), if I don't want to risk sleeping in. Which, considering the fact that I just got up at five in the evening, might be a challenge. Le sigh.

That's pretty much it, on the Rachael front. Except badfishgirl asked me last night to do an entry on my stepdad, because she was curious about him. ( And y'all know I never back down from an opportunity to write a longwinded mofo of an entry on something! )

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Yeah, so the calling Peppy? Probably ain't gonna happen tonight. I think I will call my Grandma soon though, and see if she can drive me to the doctor's tomorrow.

Hey! Jim Gaffigan is on Conan! Good times. He didn't repeat jokes either. I love comedians that always have new stuff. He has a mustache though now; I'm not feeling that.

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I should've called Peppy tonight. But I felt weird about doing it, in the evening, for some reason. And didn't really want to call on a night when she had tried to get me to work. I hope she's in tomorrow, though. I'm worried, feeling. Just, like, in general. That kind of non specific, looming anxiety. I think you GAD folks out there know what I'm talking about. I'll probably feel better, when I talk to her about stuff, and hopefully some of this will be resolved.

I did end up calling Nanny tonight. She is the rockingest, because she's giving me a ride tomorrow. They said the appointments there are only fifteen minutes, though. What kind of bullshit is that? God, I hate how doctor offices have turned into fast food restaurants for health, now. Come in, wait a million hours for them, just so they can nod and half-listen to you, then rush you out before you're even done telling them what you're there for. You spend more time waiting for the doctor, than actually talking to them, half the time. Which sucks for me, because I always end up going to the doctor, when I have about three thousand things to bring up with them. This time will be no different. Le sigh. I don't even know how I'll manage to squeeze in my ear aches, my tiredness, the cyst and all in my thyroid that was never rescanned (because I lost the insurance), and the dosage issues with my Effexor. Yeah, that can all be discussed in fifteen minutes. Except not. Right.

I've been in my random sense of humor mood lately though, too, so at least it's not like I'm all crappy, all the time. I mean, yeah, I'm anxious and worried, and blah, but I'm okay too. Mostly. At least I can entertain myself, although I don't know what it says about me that I laugh at my own jokes while others often just give me this "riight" look. Heh. Like, tonight, I walked out of the kitchen with a donut, and stopped in front of the stairs, and yelled "I like donuuuuuuuts!" like the Goldmember guy does, all "I like goooooooold!" Joe didn't even look away from the tv. Meanwhile I'm all chuckling at myself. Heh. Right. Well, hmph. Who needs him?