Meh.

[averygoodun42]

My neck hurts.

I have a large to do list.

The former might be related to the latter, but probably not. Probably I just never really relaxed when I slept (considering my dreams were rather gory and intense, that seems a reasonable theory) and I screwed my muscles over.

Ach well.

* = must do

Homework:
*- acct: ex. 16-2,4,5; reread ch and take notes
- bio: finish note taking on ch 4, finish reading ch 5, read lab 6

Cooking:
*- pate
- cabbage

Cleaning:
*- bedclothes (mattress covers, sheets, quilts)
- re-dry (then fold) clean knits
- kitchen (counters, dishes, tidying, sweeping)

Other:
*- call and change appointment
*- make tooth soap (essential oils, coconut oil, water and a smidgeon of dr. bronners)
*- refill body oil jar
- bathe
- shave


On the plus side, I got the biology lab report to the point of sending it off to my partner and telling her to do the rest. The rest being answering a few review questions (which she'd volunteered to do anyway) and inserting the graphs. Seeing as I really did the lion's share of the work, I don't feel guilty in the least about the graphs. >:-]

Another possible plus side is that I bought, on a whim, Trader Joe's dried kimchi. I imagine it has none of the probiotic goodness left in it, but it says it doesn't contain anything I can't eat, so I'm going to try it with some things as a seasoning. Hopefully it won't hurt.


And on the bitching front, Geoff is super tired. I told him to take the day off... tomorrow. I do feel slightly guilty about making him feel unwelcome here today, but god, I need the house to myself for the entire day! I haven't had alone time, proper alone time, in weeks. Perhaps even a month or more. I'm getting super grouchy because of it.

I hate when Geoff is so tired, though, because he's dumb when he's tired. I'm trying to remind myself that he's not exactly young anymore, and he's just got back from a long trip, and that he had to put up with me being sick, tired and dumb for years and years, but... He's so goddamned tired! All the bloody time! And the blood tests say nothing's wrong except for lack of exercise, which he doesn't have time to do, even if he weren't so tired all the time.

Bah. I'm sure if he were to give up all sugar for a month, he'd feel way better, but that's not going to happen. Nor is his doing stress-relief regimes. But then, he's not alone there. *guilty grin*

Ergh. My neck really is bugging me. Stoopid tension. Stoopid collagen disease. Stoopid humaness. *shrug* Stoopid me.

I do wish I could go away for two months weeks myself and leave Geoff to do everything, though. I think he thinks I don't do all that much and shove the majority onto him when he's here. And while it may not look like I work hard, I keep this house running pretty damn well, considering. Yes, that does involve a bit of delegating, but, well, stuff needs to be done and I can't do it all. And I'm getting really tired of his passive-aggressive shit when it comes to him actually helping out. Because, honey, doing the laundry once a week is only the tip of the iceberg.

Bleh.

Good things are around, though. For instance, Page borrowed my biology book to find something to draw, reading up on stuff as he looked. He's been really into the anatomy of an animal's cell, and the making and use of proteins, especially. He made me a nice drawing of the ER (endoplasmic reticulum), Golgi apparatus and other parts of the endoplasmic system. Not terribly accurate, but it's lovely all the same.

I do get the house all to myself today.

I have more to be thankful for than just having the basic necessities!

And I'm getting caught up on cuddles.

*nods*

Good things are around. In fact, they abound.