April 17th, 2006

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I am spoiled?

Before I even go answer this, I will guess that YES, I am.

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Hmmm, maybe I'm not as bad I thought. However, since I have a condo that's 1000 sq. ft., not like I'm going to have a yard, pantry, "game room," etc.

I will say, stuff it leaves off that I DO have: pieces of electronic equipment worth over $2000, refridgerator as big as a closet, enough skirts I could wear a different one every day for around a month with no repeats.
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Hmmm. Every night since I started wearing the siesta mask to bed, I've been waking up feeling more refreshed, but I've also been waking up around 3:30 feel really hot, hyper, and antsy. Normally I'm the kind of person who sleeps like a log and doesn't get up even once to go to the bathroom. I might wake up a few times after the sun comes up, especially if Luckie comes and bugs me, but other than that, I stay in bed.

Anyway, last night was worrying. I woke up, feeling hot, having the whole "restless leg" thing (which may or may not be a medical hoax, I recently read), and really needing to pee. I got up and took care of the pee thing, then stood at the sink to blow my nose. As usual, I was all stuffed up. I blew my nose pretty hard and then washed up... and then I suddenly felt really dizzy and lightheaded. I tried to steady myself but I didn't think it would work so I scurried over to my bed and laid myself down. I felt less dizzy but not at all good. I think I started to have an anxiety attack. Definitely felt light-headed though, and it felt like when I haven't eaten enough, so I got up and grabbed an apple. I ate about 1/2 of it, then sat and waited. After 15-20 minutes, my anxiety and dizziness stopped and I was able to go to bed.

No idea what is up, but I will monitor.
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Still SLAMMED with stuff

At 8 I sat down to catch up with email -- in my world, that means doing web updates -- and at almost 11 I'm still at it. I still have lots more tasks to do. And I haven't even started the MAIN two projects looming over, nor will I be. I have to just admit I can't simply sit here up 'til 2 a.m. doing this stuff, I need to go to bed. I don't want to keep people waiting BUT I have to. Period.

Kitty Love

On a completely DIFFERENT note from my last post on work frustration, let me be really, really predictable and say...


He he. The past few days she has been even more affectionate than usual. I think she's very grateful for the cat bed I got her and she loves her toy. She's been so cuddly -- and even relatively nice to Caleb and Daniel. She's been sitting in the "circle" when they visit, even though she still doesn't tolerate touching. She will come up to YOU, but won't stand for it being the other way.

Anyway, whatever the case, Luckie clearly adores me. She doesn't act this way towards anybody else, just me. She's not a lap cat, but she's always throwing herself next to me on the couch, looking for playtime, fetching me out of the office, following me around, and running ahead of me to see where I'm going. She still comes and checks me out every day after my shower, still likes to peek into the toilet while I'm going, jumps in the sink, tries to jump into the fridge, sits on the scanner. She comes to bed with me just about every night and always come to get me up when the alarm goes off (or before). She pretends not to, but she loves when I hold her and cuddle her, and really likes it when I "wrestle" with her using just one hand. And her ears scritched!

Nobody can really ever SEE how she is, since when other people come over she gets shy, rather standoffish, and has to be coaxed into just coming into the open, let alone playing, but I swear Luckie is like my "familiar," this little spirit fluttering around me all the time. She reads my mind and I read her mind. She gets her way with me a lot because she is so good at manipulating me. And I get a good deal too because she is just such a joy.

Oh, and while I've been typing this, she's been trying to get my attention. So far she's: jumped on the windowsill and stared at me, jumped on the scanner and stared at me, jumped on my laptop case and stared at me... and now she's just sitting next to me staring. And making high-pitched kitty "Pay attention to me!" noises. Just every once in a while, sounding all sad. Boy, I'm glad she doesn't know (yet) how to use a phone or she'd call me at work.