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Yesterday I had a very hard day as something had set off persistent spasms in my left leg and back. It started at the opera when the back of my left thigh cramped, then my upper butt/low back area, then up around my neck and by the next day both sides of my sacroiliac were in a bad state, both legs and arms/hands buzzing and tingling. Entire back just felt wrong as hell. A muscle relaxant did nothing. I did lots of little garden tasks being careful not to overstrain muscles on the theory that small bursts of activity and moving around would help. In between, laid in bed reading things, stretching gently, and feeling weepy.

In desperation around 10pm I remembered the time that I had a bite of cannabis cookie and then for 3 or 4 hours was unable to do anything else but lie flat on my back making small micro-relaxations and stretches fully experiencing the heinousness that is my spine, but afterwards I could move my arm and stand up straight. OK.... time to take a somewhat smaller nibble off this powerful prescription cookie, hoping it wouldn't stop me from falling asleep.

For the next few hours I drifted in and out of sleep going through the same "micro-stretch & relax" with deep breathing. The sacroiliac stuff started to feel much better and the leg buzzing improved. Upper back & neck got a little bit more "unstuck" as I was able to expand whatever it is that hunches up in the pectoral muscles (unfixable by the stretches I did all day long). In the night I woke up several times thinking, aha! I can just stretch my whole spine UP..... and somehow did it complete with satisfying pops and the feeling that rubber bands let go and almost the feeling of when I would put head in traction carefully with the thing that hooks onto the top of a door with a water bag the weight of your head. (Which is a little scary as you feel someone might slam the door and take your head off like pulling a tooth, but it works well).

This morning I was able to go up the hill, sit for an hour and translate, then grocery shop. I stuck to one bag of light weight groceries so I wouldn't have to carry any big weight up the stairs. Lying down now carefully keeping neck muscles relaxed as I type and still able to take deep breaths.

Now going to get on the bus to try and replace the bolt that fell off my scooter before the opera. Since Cole's hardware down the street burned down a couple of weeks ago I will go to Cliff's Variety in the castro. It is weird as I keep mentally pictureing how I know exactly where in Cole's the right size and kind of bolt would be, I am so familiar with their shop. But now that geography is only imaginary and historical.
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Reading an amusing book called The Tribe of Tiger which someone left on my free bookshelf and it keeps crossing the line between journalism and talking to your friend down the street for their opinions on cat behavior, and including many anecdotes of the author's own cats and her son's barn cats. The writing style can get a little pompous (in a way that isn't displeasing)

Yet perhaps the most interesting observation ever made about dog and cat tracks was also made by Sue Morse, and is this: that a dog walking on a soft matrix such as dust, mud, or snow leaves a tiny ridge of the matrix between the toes and the large pad, as if between the tips of the bent fingers and the forward edge of the palm if a similar print were made by a human being. In other words, a dog grasps the earth as he walks, squeezing up some of the matrix if it's soft enough. A cat, in contrast, lays down his foot very smoothly, gently, leaving no mark but the faint dents of his pads and only then if conditions are optimal, such as after a dusting of fresh snow.


Pausing to look up Sue Morse. Cat expert?? or author's friend from down the road?!!!

Behold Sue Morse, naturalist and expert on animal tracking!!

Expect more cat book quotes soon; I'll have to leaf back through the book to find the parts that made me laugh.
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Super last minute impulsive decision to go to the opera as irontongue said there were many tickets and it was the last performance of Jenufa and was amazing. I will always listen to her because she is always right!!! I avoided any spoilers but studied the family tree of the characters beforehand. Anyway I needed to be less despondently staring at the wall and feeling hurty. Took half a painkiller and gritted my teeth. I then ended up getting a 3rd ticket suddenly for Moomin and glad I did because he enjoyed its excellence! Though, expensive impulse. Worth it.

From the notes in my lap in tiny notebook, in act 1 (no spoilers, they are just amusing)

* What colors!!! Wheat!!!!! Bitching about labor!
* Yay old Grandma with the cane !
* Laca: I want my half of the mill!" Jenufa: "You are so rude to Grandma!" (repeat)
* That rock coming out the boards is amazing and violent
* She is cuddling a succulent and singing to it
* Do succulents symbolize work now or what
* OMG a song about how reading is great! Dramatic book solo!!!! Moomin elbowing me!
* Twist on the drinking song, v. dark
* Swaggering!! different arrogant swaggers
* Why is she cuddling a boot?

At the end I commented I liked the silent (mostly) wandering of the grandma back and forth and zond7 commented she was like Pong. (True)

Her (stepmom's) pride, and strength, and sureness of herself most of the time, I had to identify, appallingly.

It was AMAZING and I loved it especially the gorgeous, perfectly played music, kostelnicka's pure toned effortless feeling voice, which constantly gave me shivers (I am one of those people who horripilates pleasurably and often, all the way down from scalp to mid-thigh, at things like music, dramatic inevitability, geologic splendor, or videos of factory machinery; also getting into hot baths) and the Xtreme Drama. I also really loved the set design, a LOT. Simple and stark but also lush with colors and wood and the giant rock, and beautiful geometry & lighting. Hello triangles. The snowfall part gave me the shivers (that I constantly had anyway from kostelnicka's singing and the tragic drama lyrics) Must say also the dresses and swaggering-guy outfits were perfection.

Very tired, my left leg back of the thigh cramped all the way from middle of act 2 onwards. I had some port in a thermos. I cannot seem to stretch it. Ankles dead. Muscle relaxants now.... But, I feel so much better emotionally....

Also we were running late as the first cab driver was being rude to me about the scooter (as zond7 and moomin loaded it into the trunk) and then declared he needed to stop by the liquor store. I said I wasn't comfortable riding with him so we got out and then 2nd cab took a while. But the driver was nice and got us there in champion time through heavy traffic leaving us across Van Ness. We then had like 8 minutes to get in, and on the curb realized my scooter was missing a crucial bolt and would not bear weight!!!!! What to do, maybe would have to take new cab home missing expensive freaking opera. But, not admitting defeat kept head and shoved in an allen wrench from my secret tiny tool pouch in the scooter canvas basket, and secured it with the silicone-rubber band of one of the scooter lights plus my barrette, and then made it in to the opera (Leaning heavily to the left so as not to break the wobbly wrench, probably why my leg is cramping) And through the dress circle doors JUST as they closed and the lights went out. I felt a rush of triumphant determination and willpower (kostelnicka-ishly competent, probably a witch) and my anger of the last couple of weeks melted away.
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I am over the cold, and the jet lag, and it's a sunny day!

I dug out the hole for the giant lavender plant and got it into the ground in the side yard. It was overridden in its big container by something that I think is calendula which I brought in pots from the front yard in RWC. It has survived all this time but not bloomed yet, and it should do much better in the ground where it can send down its deep roots! Plus, stop drowning my container plants it was supposed to share with.

Doing that plus putting in a load of laundry exhausted me pretty well, I' really like to garden more but I got not only bone tired but out of breath doing that much. Hello that was only like 15 minutes of mild physical exertion. Usually I have way more stamina than this. Yesterday, I went out and it is too much to just sit upright in a cafe for a few hours apparently. So, will work on being active in short bursts through the day and over the weekend. I'd like to be in better condition for the trip in a few weeks.

Maybe will rest a bit, work more on bugs, then settle myself outside with a cold drink for another hour of sun out there while it's nice.
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Birthday party was yesterday! Really a nice day. To the aquatic park with Moomin & then to my sister's. Zond7 meet us there and we all went to dinner. We blew up some portals, had delicious hamburgers, cake & presents.

On the down side I was very tired and then started wheezing from the cake (nuts in the crust probably like almond flour or something) and had to jab myself with an epipen and have the shakes till 1am.

Today worked pretty much as usual, slacking off after lunch, did some errands with Moomin (bought him some shoes) and got myself a mildly nice leather wallet. I saw black versions of my purple boots that I wear every day and wanted them (sale) but they didn't have my size.

Too tired to post more! I did my enthusing on FB which is kind of sad --- ignoring my real blogs.... I should export everything from FB and slam it into here. eek.
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Today I worked from about 7:30am to noon-thirty and hit the "build" button for beta 9, then went out for the afternoon with Moomin.

My dad left for the airport in the 15 minutes I had in between early morning meetings. He is a soothing visitor but sometimes his detachment spooks me. It is genuine on one level but on another seems a thin veneer over an inability to cope with life. I respect it as a philosophical choice. He has perspective. I felt specially proud of Moomin like i wanted to present him with my nice child who he could perfectly appreciate. We had funny moments like all spinning off wildly into the etymology of having "stoke". He is also a relief to be around in this way where explaining something meticulous and complicated to him seems very easy because he likes the details and remembers them oddly well, while leaping quickly to a big picture, a person capable of fast synthesis.

Me & Moomin's afternoon out - we took the J to the ferry building, had lunch, then walked up the embarcardero to the Exploratorium, detouring a lot for the free public access routes that had historical plaques. We read many but not all of them and once again I appreciated his love of reading all the signs and studying complicated charts and maps. In the Exploratorium at one point I had to drag him away from this one ecological balance game sort of thing with grain, mice, and eagles as he had started running through every combination. We also spent a lot of time both staring at and fiddling with things like sand tables with wind erosion and this thing called the Drip Chamber for its complexity and beauty. really nice time together. I wish I had more stamina. But, we bought a membership and vowed to go back. It is the first time I'd been to it in the new location! (going there has seemed very daunting and like a major expedition most days, so I don't) There were good places to chill out and rest. Rocking chairs and big benches in quiet corners, and places to go outside to get away from the noise. So I feel braver to go back there now.

I like how Moomin is mostly in a sort of fog of his own creation but when he notices things he really gets into them. OH also he finished Orphan's Tales and loved it greatly. I printed out my plot summary and nested stories outline (thanks internet archive!)

On the way back we had ice cream, looked at the booths of people selling things (which I had built up how great the paintings of the gg bridge with cats, were) and as we finally got to that table, he said loudly without thinking, "But the thing is, these paintings aren't really that good". I don't think the painting lady heard it as she was over at another booth but the person she was sitting with heard it. The thing is I would have laid 10 bucks on the bet he woudl say exactly that so I was kind of waiting for it. Heheheh, sorry.... It was funny...... Then there was a booth that was a ZINE STORE. Yes. Best thing ever. with a tiny zine dispensing machine that took quarters. WOW. We ran into my friend Ian in the subway station which also made me happy! Then we played ingress all the way home (interludes in the tunnel part for Threes and Hoplite).

I told Moomin some of the story of how this guy I vaguely knew had maybe died a couple years ago and his sister contacted me and how I felt like a heel but had to check to make sure a) he really had a sister b) he was really dead and it wasn't just him pretending to be his own sister and pretending to be dead c) what had actually happened because I had no idea at this point, but luckily could reconstruct it from email. He had asked if I could sell his domain name (as he was rapidly dying of cancer) and give the money to his pregnant friend in another state, or, if no one would buy it, give it to some woman who loves tech who is "like me or Isis a woman who has fire, and loves tech" (how flattering, kind of, though me and Isis A. L. are nothing alike, I don't think). (Also, "I liked your fire" is so funny, though I often think something like that of other people and am fond of them secretly). ("We met on the train to MakerFaire in 2012" didn't narrow it down for me) Then I didn't hear anything else and I don't think I followed up, though I have a half memory that I did hear somehow that he had died. (Keep in mind I barely knew who he was; a mutual acquaintance also a do-gooding sort of person and the other older woman at NB who had her shit together had called me in to possibly help get hospice or some sort of food or help to this guy my age who was dying alone of late stage cancer in an SRO, but it turned out he didn't want that)

Anyway after my couple of hours of guilty "investigation" (it took that long as neither of them had much internet presence): yes he did exist under that name, did have an obvious twin sister, I could not confirm his death but it may just be that the last few years are not yet all in the social security death index) His family seems to have been a bit turbulent. Anyway, the sister then wrote me back. sister a bit sappy (I am not an "angel"). But I imagined she might like to have some kind words about her brother. Oh I left out the key bit which is that his last communication with the world before dying (which his sister described as suicide) was to thank me on Twitter. That's why his sister wrote me :( So I feel like a heel for never having done anything like what he wished I would or was thanking me for. I could say he thanked me for considering what he wanted seriously and for apologizing and backing off when he didn't want any "help" while dying. He didn't contact me to give me the details of his domain info probably because he was sick or dead. I guess. Well, my other excuse to myself or (imaginarily) to dead guy or his pregnant friend is that I have certainly done plenty to help other women in the meantime whether they "like technology" or not so I hope that suffices. I have the friend's snail mail address from 3 years ago but she has changed her name in the meantime and it is a common name. I think sending a notecard to a strange lady who possibly has a toddler and a husband, or an ex husband, or a new husband explaining this story would not necessarily go well; I imagine her jealous husband being pissed off about the dead guy. The only thing i know about her is he wanted her to have more money for the baby and her husband was in the Navy and overseas. Hrmmmm. Did I mention, I *didn't know this guy* really... just in passing and I would not have recognized him (white guy, thin, dark hair, a bit ferrety? linux? that's like, the description of 50 lookalike dudes at that space). He also liked the idea of gender equality, social justice, and linux. RIP linux guy with the sweet sister.

Got home, had leftovers for dinner, laid in bed with the cat. Realized my "start the build" button hadn't worked? what. very sad. entire afternoon's legitimate hooky playing a little bit ruined. I hope i didn't mess things up for everyone. I was so happy that i finished a thing early for once. how did i do this?! how!

then talked on the phone (scheduled) with this guy named Z. about accessibility things and maybe opened my mouth too far. he was shocked i am old enough to have teenage son. I didn't tell him my age. i shot my mouth off about the upcoming conference. but, i will pass on his new company info to people. he may have gotten the idea I am a dangerous loose cannon. accurate.

Somehow looking something up about my first miscarriage tonight (why??? something I saw on facebook?) I read through some bits of old blog and thought I was a more entertaining and honest writer then.
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I went to the mysterious store I have passed many times that has a motorcycle in the window and that I assumed was one of those sketchy skater "gear" shops. From my looking up True Facts about "vintage denim" etc. I realized it is a famous (??) jeans store where you get miracle fake work pants that are like leg magic once you break them in, which you do by wearing them for like 3 months without washing them. Soooo anyway I went into the shop which was a strange analogue of a skater tshirt shop and just as uncomfortable! There were velvet covered chairs and a desk for you to consult about your denim needs and a tiny dressing room and very neatly arranged jeans on iron spike tipped hangers (I am not making this part up, they were like as heavy as picking up a fireplace poker. But sharper)

The guy in the store picked out some of the not highest end jeans for me in 2 different sizes, and different weights (in ounces that seem to measure thickness of the fabric, like with reams of paper) and I absolutely did not fit in there. He didn't believe me but my thighs didnt allow those damn jeans to even get all the way up. 2 sizes up later (32s) he was like, come on out of there. I said, well, I really can't get them without lying down on the floor and sucking in my stomach but on the other hand I do have woolly long underwear on. He said it is just that they start out kind of stiff but they "give" as you wear them. Especially around the waist and the shrinking happens more lengthwise. Hrmmm.

Hilarity ensued as he tried to fasten the pants for me. I felt he was feeling some queer solidarity and was willing to wrestle me into the damn pants. Then he was like, Let me just get around behind you. Now you may imagine that would be a Hell No situation but actually it was more just funny. So if you picture this very neatly put together young man who was young enough to be my child, squashing my stomach into the jeans, from behind, and buttoning them. I felt like we were in the locker room in 1982 with some scary jordaches. Except also a reacharound.

The Iron Heart jeans actually looked quite nice on me as I was standing up. I liked the fit so he was correct, kind of. But they were super constrictive when I was sitting down. I couldn't imagine "breaking them in"!!! LIke I'd try it for 50 bucks but could really not spend $250 on jeans that hurt. LOL why!

I wanted to leave and go eat lunch at that point. If he had got me some 34 waist jeans I might have even bought them....

Entire thing very amusing. I had some quiche and went into another ridiculous shop, this one the sort that has strange presents, and bought a unicorn horn, a little bag, and flat survival tool thing for Milo to put in his wallet. The woman ringing me up said, "I'm zipping your survival tool into the battling narwhals bag. I truly never thought I would say those words together." My life is weird. The unicorn horn is glittery, and sort of like a stuffed animal style object, and on a black elastic that is nicely corded elastic so very comfortable to wear and it looks hilarious on me. I may add velcro to the bottom and a velcro spot on my scooter so my scooter can be a unicorn but the battling narwhals woman was of the opinion the horn would be more amazing on me.

The only sad part of this story is that if I had gone to these places in a different order, I could have had the $250 raw denim jeans reacharound buttonup WHILE WEARING A UNICORN HORN.

You're welcome!
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I plowed all the way through "Animita Hippie" driving myself to a very transcendent state of mind sort of channeling another person's experience and doing some immersive reading in tangential directions and I also might be having my usual PMS cry, a day late. Thinking of all the stories and experiences and lives and talents of many people I know or have known and appreciating them!

we went to my sister's as she has a badly sprained ankle. She got up and went down the stairs and drove around with me a while which was her first time out of the house since the injury. We brought over my walker and shower chair for her. she is wildly plotting how to manage her life and do everything. i watched her bump down, then crawl up, the stairs. she only sprained it what, thursday? it is huge rather like the illustration from the little prince of the snake that swallowed an elephant/hat. But with an elephant inside a formerly snake shaped foot and ankle.
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It's been a couple or three years since I got the nerve up to go to the dentist. Last time the office was ratty and difficult to navigate and though I tried to go to the most lesbianly possible dentists office I got a dude with giant hands cleaning my teeth and who kind of slurp-wheezed when he talked and also who was trying to be "jolly" all of which was like a recipe to freak me out. So I didn't go back.

This time I scoured the women dentists of yelp, who can also do root canals in case I need one, who I can get to easily on the bus and/or who have "high tech" machinery like a digital xray capability (because that just seems so sensible and you end up with a useful file.)

The office has a tiny lift behind the receptionist's chair. Lift full of boxes and fans and junk and, yeah. And she had to move out of the way to let me in it, and it has no button inside it so there was a lot of embarrassing fuss. Not good... I nearly left at that point. Then the xray machine was in a sort of alcove RIGHT THERE opening into the top of the steps (still visible from the lobby and basically.... part of the lobby) So no privacy for the moment when I burst into tears at the xray thing in my mouth (Because I can never help it. However, I did not actually barf, so, success?)

Then there was another xray machine where you have to stand up and it rotates around your head.

The actual dentist was nice. I have two cavities forming under cracked fillings. 20 year old fillings, at least that old. Not so bad! They will give me valium and laughing gas for the fillings thank god. I hope not in the middle of the lobby.

I felt so emotionally rattled I came home, cried secretly, had a shot of rum, and then made cookies with A. (after making us dinner).
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My teeth kind of hurt so I made a dentist appointment and started flossing 3 times a day. After about 5 days, my gums stopped bleeding when I floss. Ew. Why is it so hard to do this sensible thing?

My favorite sort of lip balm right now is a vanilla shea butter one made by Feleciai but I can't find it. My second favorite is Etta + Billie lavender one also heavy on the shea butter. Plain shea butter is also good but I need a little pot to put it in to carry it around as my container of shea butter is damn near the size of my head.

The down side of having a nice bed frame on legs above the floor is that giant dust wads collect under it along with qtips and empty glasses and kleenexes and boots and cat toys. I am allergic to dust.

LastPass is irritating me as it never quite works right with all the sites and unpredictably will be fucked up and then i have to "forget password" reset things. Further confusion follows.

Ridiculous songs I'm listening to lately because of hearing them in my sister's car:

* Teacher Teacher by Rockpile. So stupid, so catchy!
* Various songs by The Cars. Better than I remembered but still just as sexist. Had annoying memory of this annoying girl in middle school who was pretty and had a side of the head ponytail but was a Jesus freak, dancing to "Shake it Up" by doing that thing where you hold your nose and pretend to be swimming downwards. I will probably remember how annoying this was when I am 90.
* The Masquerade by Berlin. Pleasure Victim is still a great album. Aaaaa Terri Nunn. I think I saw her opening for the Go-Gos but can't really remember.
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I liked it just as well the second time. More time to appreciate the design of all the objects and the composition of some of the beautiful shots (the giant spaceship over the planet, rey in the huge wreck, etc) I hope Maz comes back as a character. This time around I extra loved Rey's snarl in the psychic warfare and in the light saber battle.

My back is not doing too well, back on gabapentin at night. Both sides. I am overdue for those cortisone injections. I also smashed my foot (like a toe stub but last 2 toes) Something is swollen and wrong in there with very sharp pain. I dealt with it yesterday but today was harder. Then a guy at the movies kicked it and stepped on it so it is worse tonight (though I was right to wear the big signifying boot to keep it all still.... it needs to have steel toes!)

Tomorrow taking Dashboard the cat to the vet, then someone is coming over to change my car battery and haul off some junk. I will only be nominally at work. Low key going through some bugs.

Then go back at 4pm to the spca to do the adoption papers and pick up the spayed cat. I recognize all the signs of not doing too well with mobility but I am pretty sure I have to do the errand myself because I signed all the papers and stuff originally.

Ice on my foot and on my back.
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It was lovely yesterday to not work and barely even look (I did look once semi-accidentally, to a message from S. saying "If you are reading this, stop! you are on PTO!") What a stressful couple of months, especially the last 2 weeks of it.

Yesterday at my sister's I nipped out to hack some ingress portals and ended up going into all the consignment shops and little gift stores which were level entrance and within a couple of blocks. Whenever we visit I don't get to go in them (for years) because we are roaming around with a pack of children. So, I tried on ridiculous dresses, bought tank tops and a red plaid blazer with snaps that fulfills my wildest dreams, browsed boring packs of notecards, and then went for a bra fitting in zond7's co-worker's girl-friend's bra shop (which I didn't realize it was her until a moment of slightly shy recognition AFTER she was admiring the splendid encasement of my boobs).

Now aside from the nursing bra period 14-15 years ago I have not had particularly good bras or any bra at all, just the ones left over from when I was dancing in Austin and I threw them all out a while back and I haven't really needed a bra so I just wear tank tops under or a vest over if I don't want to be too slatternly/pointy looking. I have read many things about bra sizes and theory and how everyone thinks they are the wrong size. Apparently I am a 34E but since I am not used to that dogcollar feeling a 36DD works as well (I vaguely thought I was 38 C). This will not be a new era of bra wearing; just something for when i put on a fancy dress or want to look specially fantastic. If I had gotten the slightly padded kind, things would be ridiculous.

It was so nice to buzz around in the sunshine totally doing what I pleased. Then coming back to eat cookies in the sun with my sister and her friend and the kids playing with the chickens.

I'd like to bust out my drawing pens, write a bit today, something vaguely creative. From past experience it takes a few days to truly de-stress. By the weekend I should feel the cobwebs parting and some fresh feelings welling up. Hope so!!!!

Oh also I ran into a blog-friend on the street. Hi!!
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I got a cool postcard of the Georgia Agrirama! This looks like a place I would adore going to and I would want to look at every exhibit and would think of my great-aunt who worked in a tiny local museum where all the exhibit labels were typed out by hand on index cards.

I have the 2 cards I promised to send, both notecards not postcards as for some reason everywhere I go around here doesn't have something so mundane as a postcard. Or if they do they're so hipstery that they don't fit my requirements!

I will not spoiler it, but I loved Star Wars and I giggled with pleasure most of the way through, thought all the timing and narrative tricks/cliches were perfectly done. I felt like sitting on the floor to play with little action figures and space ships, in short imagination activated. At the end I cried a lot when A PERSON got MANY OF THE ICONIC THINGS. As if millions of wounds caused over lifetimes of stupid roles cried out, and were healed. Tears pouring down my face a bit embarrassingly.
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Bed still hard, work still worky, conference OK but exhausting. I enjoyed the dinner and fireworks last night. Really over the top. Today I didn't feel like I could get out of bed. I'm lying here working and trying to keep my cool about it all. Nothing is going super well, but it's still going.

I am definitely homesick!

My plan is to poke at work a tiny bit more, maybe have a nap, and venture out in a little while to the pool. Not sure I can take the conference at all today. Tired of chat and trying to be socially present while work is kind of weighing on me; really physically tired all over; and especially tired of my neck hurting while I look up at people in a crowd!
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Bed still hard, but I slept more and feel way better today, food + sleep + hot tub, and i'm also working and chatting with people. The work conf is just about to start (tonight). Speaking of which I am going to send one last work email and then go hot tub.

Let the slightly awkward conversations with people I almost recognize continue! So far I am the only one prancing around in a bathing suit. The ice will break! the sun is out! etc.

In Orlando

Dec. 6th, 2015 11:47 am
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I'm in Orlando now at a giant hotel complex attached to disney. There is no escape from bad music and noise and the food is gross and bed is too hard. I spent the night tossing around in agony. There is no escape! I got the hotel people to bring me an extra "mattress pad" but that didn't help and then I got the quilt off the other bed and laid on it. let's just say I am not good at camping or any sort of survival that includes sleeping on a hard surface. this is also why hospitals are like extra torture. fuck! I feel very whiny. I also got in at 9:30 but only got to my hotel room at midnight and then the only room service was a gross sounding pizza or cold salad. which made me sad as i had only had some cheese on the airplane so needed real food. the 24 hour restaurant was super gross buffet tacos which I don't even understand how they could be so nasty. One of my least favorite "fun" things is spending time in the sorts of food courts that they have in museum basements. Everywhere to eat here so far has been like that.

I do notice everyone who works here being "extra nice" but it is like Mormons. I cannot cope.

On the other hand the view out my window is pretty. This morning I wandered around long walkways by a huge pond and played ingress in the sun. If only there weren't 3 different "classic rock" and xmas music songs playing at once over outdoor speakers. I found a "grocery store" on a "boardwalk" which was not a grocery store but i was able to buy apple juice, an apple, and some nilla wafers. I am now in the sun by a pool with fast wireless doing some work. Also almost pleasant. This all reminds me of living in Irvine but with much more noise and not very nice landscaping. Nothing is _actually_ nice but it has this facade of nice.

Basically it is my definition of hell. I can't believe people come here on purpose. People who are not even little children come here for their dying wish. Whattttt.

My head hurts, I think from airplane sinuses and bad sleep and the constant noise here. Half a tramadol and more coffee now, mai tai by the pool in a little bit. Maybe a massage. I do like being in the sun and warm weather. uuuuugh save me.
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About to read myself to sleep with Aurora. As we last left our intrepid heroes ....

Cut for very mild spoilers, nothing big

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60% of the way through. So for like 20 years no one else has bothered to make friends with the fabulous AI of the ship? Whyyyyyyy. Because they're thinking about sheep or microbes or having like 14 babies? Why not ALSO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE SHIP. Also arguing about anarchy and governance. You don't have that option! You live in the powerful Ship! It's the boss of you!

I'm sure it will finally come.
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Re-reading Lirael. It's even more hilarious and indulgent feeling than Sabriel. The first 10% of the book is all 14-year-old Lirael sulking and contemplating suicide because she hasn't gotten her special talent and doesn't fit in and no one understands her.

Then she gets to be an assistant librarian, creates a magic companion dog, and learns three shape-changing shapes: ice otter, russet bear, and barking owl.

Barking owl... bwahahah!

I love her adventures in the library.

I'm reminded of some other teenage librarian book but can't remember what it was.

Note that she also basically has selective mutism (because it is traumatic that she can't talk about the special skill that everyone else has that makes her not fit in)
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I got through all this running around on trains and cabs and staying out all day beautifully just on the one tramadol in the morning and some coffee. I did also have a beer with dinner. No vicodin necessary. Pleased! I am not destroyed. This is a good sign for my ankles.

Moomin's play was very amusing. They all looked great in kilts and knee socks. Moomin curses the kilt for being confusing to put on and take off with pins and the shoulder strap thing and some mysterious underneath part. (They all wore shorts). Brigadoon is very sexist and a bit stupid. There should be a Brigadoon 1,000,000 A.D. fanfic where the characters from the future present (while the Brigadoon people are 30-years-from-their-beginning) are intelligent giant rats and squid-roaches and Brigadoon is tropical and covered in active volcanoes and they instantly die from inhaling the pure methane atmosphere or something or if not, fall in love with the giant squids.

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