The Shade Of It All
Mar. 11th, 2013 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryWoke up for real with my alarm, made breakfast and showered. The swelling had returned to it's prior level, but would later get bad again, and extend to an ear ache. I was exhausted all day, despite having slept/passed out so long. The fact that I still couldn't scan anything, so it's all just piling up, didn't help matters. I slept on my break, or maybe for almost twice my break, but since I didn't have any work, it doesn't really matter.
Tim called as I was driving home. Someone at the unemployment office had made a mistake, and the payments that were supposed to start last week would now take another 6-8 weeks, minimum. I have doubts about how much of a "mistake" this really was, given how broke CA is, but there's nothing to be done about it now. He needs to be out of the marina by the end of the month, no matter what. If he can't move under his own power, they'll tow him out. He didn't ask me for money, or even say how much he needed. Realistically, now that I've been working steadily, I could probably afford whatever his first payment was supposed to be, swoop in and save the day. But I want to be Robin, not Superman, and it's not my place to do that anyway.
When I got home, I slept on the dry half of my bed - suddenly quite convenient that I cram myself into a corner instead of making use of the full queen size bed. Todd texted, asking if I was coming to RPDR. Of course! Dragged myself out of bed at 8, slightly disappointed to see I'd sweated through this half of the bed as well. Fixed myself some cereal and headed over.
Todd, roommate, 5 dollar, a new guy, and Jeremy, the unfortunate fellow that Tim dated, were all in attendance. The roommate jokingly chided me for showing up sick, but I don't even know that I'm really sick. What the fuck does one swollen lymph node even mean? Jeremy, unfortunate fellow that he is, has never seen RPDR before, and is not terribly bright, so even when things were being explained (and re-explained, and re-re-explained) to him, still didn't get it. Everybody loved my commentary; that I want Alaska to come back and give commentary for every season, that Roxxy is still a big girl (her drag name should'a been Little Debbie), and has no business fat-shaming any of the other girls, and that I called RuPaul out on wearing Sharon Needles' dress from last season (that she was read for at the time).
I found out after drag race from Todd's roommate that he and Patrick had broken up the night before. I'm saddened, and just a little bummed that Todd himself hadn't told me. Not that I would know what to do with it, swollen lymph nodey, ex boyfriendy myself, and leaving for cruise on Wednesday. But still.
FHA had invited me to Martini's. Even though I was feeling much better - I could even swallow! I wasn't feeling that much better. Went home, put a towel down, went to sleep in my wet sheets.
Tim called as I was driving home. Someone at the unemployment office had made a mistake, and the payments that were supposed to start last week would now take another 6-8 weeks, minimum. I have doubts about how much of a "mistake" this really was, given how broke CA is, but there's nothing to be done about it now. He needs to be out of the marina by the end of the month, no matter what. If he can't move under his own power, they'll tow him out. He didn't ask me for money, or even say how much he needed. Realistically, now that I've been working steadily, I could probably afford whatever his first payment was supposed to be, swoop in and save the day. But I want to be Robin, not Superman, and it's not my place to do that anyway.
When I got home, I slept on the dry half of my bed - suddenly quite convenient that I cram myself into a corner instead of making use of the full queen size bed. Todd texted, asking if I was coming to RPDR. Of course! Dragged myself out of bed at 8, slightly disappointed to see I'd sweated through this half of the bed as well. Fixed myself some cereal and headed over.
Todd, roommate, 5 dollar, a new guy, and Jeremy, the unfortunate fellow that Tim dated, were all in attendance. The roommate jokingly chided me for showing up sick, but I don't even know that I'm really sick. What the fuck does one swollen lymph node even mean? Jeremy, unfortunate fellow that he is, has never seen RPDR before, and is not terribly bright, so even when things were being explained (and re-explained, and re-re-explained) to him, still didn't get it. Everybody loved my commentary; that I want Alaska to come back and give commentary for every season, that Roxxy is still a big girl (her drag name should'a been Little Debbie), and has no business fat-shaming any of the other girls, and that I called RuPaul out on wearing Sharon Needles' dress from last season (that she was read for at the time).
I found out after drag race from Todd's roommate that he and Patrick had broken up the night before. I'm saddened, and just a little bummed that Todd himself hadn't told me. Not that I would know what to do with it, swollen lymph nodey, ex boyfriendy myself, and leaving for cruise on Wednesday. But still.
FHA had invited me to Martini's. Even though I was feeling much better - I could even swallow! I wasn't feeling that much better. Went home, put a towel down, went to sleep in my wet sheets.
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