chochiyo_sama

I did not sleep well last night.

I couldn't fall asleep--and then when I did fall asleep, I couldn't STAY asleep.

My legs were uneasy--and my back hurt.  Don't have a clue why.

Finally I rubbed some Ther-gesic on my knees and then I slept.

Geez.  I'm getting to be a freaking old geezer.

Last night my dreams were of aliens.  Short funny looking aliens in coarse brown robes that felt like burlap.

They were evil little bastards though.  They ate human souls.  They had big round black balls for heads and wore pure white helmets.  They were only about as tall as my waist. 

They had attempted to eat my soul--but failed.  And I was pretending they had--acting stupid and twitchy--so I could get my hands on one, pick it up and whack it against the ground with all my might and smash its head against the ground.  I had the idea that if you smashed its head hard enough, it would die.

Never got it done in the dream, but I was trying really hard.

When I got home last night, I went right to work. 

First I sorted the small basket of laundry I had tossed downstairs yesterday morning.  Then I put a load of colored clothes into the washer and brought up the load that was in the dryer.  Then I cleaned the cat box and swept and scrubbed the kitchen floor.  It was filthy.

I sacked up the garbage and got it read to haul to the curb in the morning, and dumped out the dregs from all the pop bottles that I'm going to give to Susie for Tyler.  I have them in a bag now.  I will drag them to school today and give them to Susie.

To recover from the horrific job of scrubbing the kitchen, I sat in the recliner and worked on my lavendar and lace competition entry.  I finished the bodice--the big puffy sleeves turned out AWESOME.  I hemmed the skirt.  Tonight while I am at the stalker's for supper, I will (hopefully) get the skirt with its lace overlay sewn onto the bodice.  The last thing to do will be to make the matching undies.  Depending on how it looks when it is done, I might make a net slip for under it to make it stand out a bit more crisply.

When I get home, I want to finish that last load of laundry and clean off ONE kitchen surface.  Just to make progress in my goal of reclaiming the kitchen.

Upstairs, I want to get through at least SOME of the crap in the laundry basket that is sitting on my bed.

Now I better finish getting dressed, take my pills and eat something before it is time to go.

Bleah.

I don't feel like going to school today.

I'm tired.