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Hee! In the free wireless room of the State Library, and it seems that something like a third of the laptops here are Eees.

Still craving meat and meat products after ten days of eating significantly more than I usually can stomach. It's been a while - pretty close to a year since I last craved meat, IIRC.

Also, apparently I was whimpering in my sleep last night. I have not been told whether this woke Bastard up, or if he had not yet made it to bed. Am currently sleeping on three pillows, as this makes it easier to breathe, which makes it easier to sleep.

Ah yes: definitely a sinus infection. Went in to see my GP yesterday morning, and she asked the usual questions: how long, did it start with a cold, do your sinuses hurt? To the last question I had to answer no, being truthful, and she promptly poked them and made me squeak with teh hurty. I has antibiotics. Blood pressure a little higher than last time, at 93/60 and 67 BPM. Wandered past my parents' house after the appointment, dropped off some of the produce from my garden, picked some violets, and got taken to work.

The GP said I should have a couple of days off of work. But since I had a half day and it's about to be weekend, I feel OK about ignoring that advice.

Must remember to send my mother the "Gold, Frankincense and Purr" lolcat. It's is sitting on my tabs at home just waiting for Bastard to accidentally forget and close my browser and lose the tabs.

Dream last night. Vampires again. Mostly in the background, except for the hunting, and the Dog Statuette That Would Not Smash (I'm pretty sure it was a pug, with an attached humanoid, and it was very definitely annoying my character, who stopped in her exploration of the mansion wherein the vampires resided to endeavour to destroy it).

I have got to stop sleeping with only a sheet. The vampire dreams are freaking me out, what with the sharp fingernails to the stomach coming out of random objects below the lock that will keep them dead (the lock with the key I'm very carefully turning, in case the vampire nails come out of the lock) and all. When I have a blankie I have nice dreams, like the one earlier this week which involved a band rehearsal for a rock band who I'd never played with before, playing an instrument completely new to me (drums), and this being the last rehearsal before a performance - after a period of time in which I was having fun and other people were freaking out, the other people went and freaked out somewhere else.

Am currently shut in the computer room. Bastard is in the loungeroom with the aircon on, and it's frickin' cold (by my standards) in there. In here, with the door shut, I can wear my bathers comfortably, in peace.

I have a big basket of mending and altering to do.

Meh.

Sustained a visit last night from His Mage Throws Rocks. Bastard brought him home after training and we had a nice chat, and a mutual freakout at needles, and coffee/herbaltea/cocoa (him/me/Bastard). He was kind of stressed, what with already having been stressy before everything he thought he was working for in his personal life disintegrated.

I'd like to share the analogy I used last night, rambling and chatting as is my wont.

A relationship works like horses in harness, pulling a carriage or other vehicle. The horses can snap at each other, they can stumble, but it'll work as long as they're pulling in the same direction. Might not work as fast as you'd like, but it works. The relationship starts to break when the horses are being guided to pull in different directions, when they start straining at the poles or reins, or when you've got catastrophic breakdown, leading to the horses attacking each other such that they cannot pull, and start pushing at the poles to get at each other. Eventually the poles will break. Stress is put on a relationship when the horses shy at something unexpected, or when one is going at a pace the other can't match.

But no matter what, if the horses are pulling together, as directed by whoever is driving the carriage (even if you believe that there is no one there, they're still pulling together, and the carriage itself should be providing feedback to the horse about the position of the other horse(s)), the carriage will get somewhere. The horses can snap at each other, but as long as they're going in the same direction, together, and they're compensating for each other, they won't break the harness, they won't break the poles.

This reminds me of an incident once which resulted in me getting a free dinner.

Happy Cthulhu. Brought to you by Ursula Vernon, purveyor of really cool artwork.

For my own reference: Four-legged duck, alive

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Countess Freya the Sanguine of Frogging over Womble Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

This amuses the crap out of me for the pure and simple reason that my Dad used to be known (at uni IIRC) as 'Bloody #lastname', and he likes to call his house 'Chateau Sanguinaire'. And he really likes frogs, especially the ones living in his garden. He doesn't have Wombles, but it's only a matter of time before I slip him one disguised as a garden gargoyle (he likes gargoyles and statues, too, the more horrifying ugly, the better). So appropriate for something random.

And thankyou freydis. Carol of the Old Ones