Brain dead. Going crazy. I have one day to prepare for the art fair. Ack! I need to make my life easier and just come up with a set amount of henna designs that I can do if there are a million people waiting. Off to the land of Paint Shop Pro....

Zzzz...*snrk* Huh?

I have to get ready for the Uptown Art Fair this weekend. I have stuff strewn out across the apartment and I don't know where to start. I feel like sitting down in the middle of my merchandise piles and weeping.

Right now I feel like taking a nap. Can't... sleep... too much... to do.......

Escaping

Came up to Duluth to help build my parents' house and escape my problems for a while. I just wish that Dan could be here too.

Be nice, stomach.

My stomach and intestinal tract in general is driving me insane. If I don't take all my pills like clockwork every single day it gets pissy. Not literally. Well, I mean, um, we're getting into TMI territory here.

I can't eat or drink anything with a lot of sugar.

I can't drink caffeine.

I can't drink milk unless it has chocolate in it but the chocolate has to have a high enough cocoa content and low enough sugar content.

I can't eat certain vegetables or I'll be stuck in the fetal position from the cramps.

I'm in hell.

An open note to Infinetivity

Quit changing my FTP structure around! Argh!

7/19/02

I've been slacking off on my blog, but only because I have been busy busy busy in the real world. Jules and I have all sorts of business plans and I've been shucking out my resume left and right on Monster*coughspamtrapcough*.com. I won tickets to the Breeders show at First Avenue tonight from the nice folks at Drive 105. The opening act was Imperial Teen, who I had completely forgotten about. Fun pop/punk/alternative. The Breeders put on an excellent show. It's always nice to see a band that looks and acts like they're really, truly having a good time. I have this fantasy about giving Kim and/or Kelly Deal a henna tattoo and having them sign the designs in my reference books. Heh. I'm sitting here wearing my brand new Breeders t-shirt. I'm such a tool.

My to-do list is growing by the minute. Now that I don't have a job I seem to have a lot less time to get stuff done during the day. Of course, driving to Burnsville to meet with Jules almost every day does suck up time like a mofo. I wish I had the motivation to clean the apartment because it looks like a train, a small jet, and a cargo ship crashed into it at the same time as a tornado blew through. Not good.

Ate Famous Dave's today. Feel fat. Will eat nothing but apples tomorrow.

Probably not.

Wha...?

Why am I awake? I'm going back to bed.

So anyway...

I'm unemployed. I filled out the online unemployment form today to make it official. I completely re-did the Zen Body Art website last night for future uploading onto another server that is NOT Yahoo because, frankly, Yahoo's storefronts are ugly.

I'm unemployed and I'm baking a cake.

I'm not upset or freaking out or anything. The guy who owns the tea shop down the street will let me set up shop in there. Calhoun square is very profitable for me right now. I actually made as much in three days as I did in an entire week at my former place of employment. The only thing I have to worry about is wintertime. No one wants mehndi in the winter when they can't show it off.

Life is changing.

I was laid off today. I get paid through the end of the month and that's the extent of my severance. Not cool. Oh well, I have more to tell, but I'm far too tired right now and Dan's trying to sleep here.

Oh my fucking gods.

I figured out the source of my blog problems: my ISP. Sorry, Blogger folks! It turns out Infinetivity changed the structure of the users' FTP directories. Argh! Why don't they tell me these things?

Nice Blogger. Niiiice Blogger.

What the...

I'm trying to change my blog's source code but Blogger doesn't seem to want to publish. I didn't change the physical layout, just the colors and the underlying code. The HTML is much easier on the eyes and I made more use of CSS. I'll learn CSS yet one of these days....

Urg.

I don't get it. Yesterday my leg was fine. Every once in a while I'd feel a little twinge of pain, but walking on it was great. I could have probably done jumping jacks or something. Of course, that happens the day I go back to the doctor. Today my leg is killing me. I bet the day I go to the orthopedic guy it'll feel fine.

Naughty leg.

Yahoo! News - Blind Psychic Gropes Buttocks to See Future

Riiiiiight...

DISNEY 100 YEARS OF MAGIC BLUE SHOT GLASS

Somehow this just seems wrong.

No news on my leg from the nurse practitioner last night. It seems I have the medical community stumped so far. I now have an appointment to see an orthopedic guy this month. This is getting really expensive. It's not right. There should be one copay per problem.

It's a new stupid day.

Had a good time last night (wink wink nudge nudge) but I'm so tired it's rediculous.

Ever been so tired it's difficult even to hold your head up? I'm walking around like a zombie, head flopping to the side listlessly, arms dangling like dead vines at my sides. Come on, microwave, nuke faster. I want coffee now.

Is today the slowest day ever or what? It should be at least 4:00 now. Oh well, I get to leave at 2:40 today for a follow-up on my leg. I'm really, really bored. I've been keeping an order that I need to enter on my desk to stretch out my work tasks as long as possible. I already rearranged my desk. What now?

Ho-hum.

Ho-hum.

Ch- ch- ch- changes

I rearranged my desk again. I do this about once a month. Never any major changes, just a enough to make things semi-interesting again. I took my computer tower, which was horizontal under my monitor, and flipped it back up so it stands vertically next to my monitor. Why? Because I can.

Taste of Minnesota Moving

Next year the Taste of Minnesota will be held at Harriet Island. Nooo! Why would they do that? I've been going to the Taste every year since about 1987 and I'm not prepared for change. Argh!

Adding to the shittiness of it all right now I think I have a stress fracture in my leg. I'm going to try to get in to see the doctor today. I don't want to.

I have this knot in my stomach. I feel nauseous. And it's all Matthew's fault.

Turns out he's not gay after all.

He's my ex. We dated for two years. Why does this bother me? I have a fabulous boyfriend and a great life. I think more than anything I just want to claw his eyes out. I'm not sure why.

Why does my life have to be so complicated?

The next time I see him I'll probably just smile and nod and pretend that nothing was ever wrong, as is my way. I'm a doormat like that. I avoid conflict and expect everyone to be happy shiny superfriends.

Nifty.

I just noticed that a skin I uploaded to Winamp.com (SuzakuAMP [Component ID: 50449]) has been downloaded 11,375 times. That's crazy.

Ahh.

Vodka tonics made with vanilla vodka kick much ass.

Morningstar Farms make the best veggie food ever.

Yeah.

As you might have already guessed, they stuck me on the production line this morning because our department is butt-slow. "Hey! I have an idea -- why don't we stick the girl with the repetitive stress injury on the production line!"

Well, at least it's over. I would rather have been in shipping helping to preticket stuff. At least Deb freakin' speaks English.

Monotony, thy name is production work.

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Is it lunchtime yet?

Annoyed

It looks like Enetation is down. I figured it would be a matter of time.

Also, Infinetivity never got back to me about telnet or my cgi-bin, and I'm very annoyed.

Too much sleep?

I left work at noon yesterday because I was exhausted and, well, I could, and went home after running a couple of errands. I fell asleep at around 1:30 and didn't wake up until 5:00. Whoops. I made dinner, played the Sims a little, and went back to bed at 10:00. I'm tired today. Really, really tired. It didn't help that the bedroom was so cold this morning that I feared hypothermia if I got out from under my three layers of blankets.

Friday was great, Saturday I made maybe $10, and Sunday sucked ass. We chalked it up to two things. One, Pride was taking place on the other end of Hennepin Ave. Two, it was approximately 40,000 degrees outside all weekend with 187% humidity. So I don't blame people for staying at home in their nice, air-conditioned homes. We'll be back there in two weeks. Maybe Jules and RoByn will get there on time one of those days. I'm very annoyed that I had to set up their stuff two out of three days. I take "you must be operating from noon to ten" to mean exactly that. Not, "you can show up maybe around 1:30 or so." It looked so stupid when I was sitting there all by myself using only 1/3 of the table. Argh. I'm so annoyed I can't even put a coherent sentence together.