Hankerin's.
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thepnutgalleryOw. Ow. Ow. My hands hurt a lot.
It all started about two weeks ago, when I found myself with a hankerin' for 'pasketti with tomato sauce. Mmmmmmm...'Pasketti! Then, this past Wednesday-Saturday, I found myself beset by hankerin's, though not lasting ones, and not all at the same time, for cc cookies, chewy cc cookies, ice cream, cookie dough, and a loaf of bread. Really, I just wanted a slice or two of the bread, but as I have proven time and again, I can't be trusted with bread in the house. Having eaten all of these things, and not gone to the gym on Friday or Saturday (as I was trying to figure out how to put my old 120 GB hard drive onto my even older comp, which supports a max of 80), I managed to put on several pounds in a few days. I'm gifted. So, last night, as I am leaving the laser place, I decide to RUN the couple of blocks to my car, to get home sooner, and burn a calorie or two, except that I don't usually run places, since I believe it's bad for my knees, so I'm really not used to my own momentum, and I realize after a couple seconds that I'm going to fall, and I do, and it hurts a lot, but nothing is broken, so I indulge in a brief fantasy of kicking myself, get my lazy ass up and finish running to my car, cradling my hands to my chest 'cuz I'm a wuss like that. I was not in a very good mood to begin with, as I opted to forgo the topical anesthetic for my lasering, and didn't shave nearly as well as I should have. It was actually pretty cool watching the some of the longer hairs flair up and die out, and watching patches of shorter hairs spark, but after about two hours, I couln't take any more of the feeling of being snapped by flaming rubber bands, despite the nagging feeling that there were still large patches of un-lasered me. It's ironic, because in my more foolish youth, I used to light my body hair on fire in an attempt to get rid of it permanently, but last night, I couldn't take something that hurt less and was actually getting rid of the hair. I tried to remind myself what a tremendous difference being hairless makes in my self esteem, but Wuss-hood won out in the end. So, I drove home from Oceanside steering with my forearms, with only the smell of my burnt body hair, and a vaguely unsatisfied feeling from my laser experience to accompany me. I realized, on the way, that I had a minor scrape on the left hand, which was bleeding, and that the right hand was quite swollen around the base of the thumb. The swelling is still there, which makes typing slow, awkward and painful. Only LJ is worth the struggle, and definitely not work. ;)
A less dangerous hankerin' I've been having, due to exchanging sleep time for finally reading the Iron Tower trilogy, is to game, which I haven't done since I played with Gee-Nuh, oh, so long ago. In particular, I miss playing a sorceror in D&D. The sorceror always suited me perfectly, as you only have to choose spells once, ever, and may then cast them in whatever combination you like. Kevin & The Chrys to the rescue, and I hope to get my geek on, in D&D as well as other games, in the next few weeks. Time schmime.
The last hankerin I've been having is to exercise, specifically by swimming, but this is difficult, as I must split my available time between dance class and the pool. Dance class usually wins, as it's closer, and I have a quota to meet. Also, I have to swim with a buddy, as sharks, squid, alligators, and other pool-dangers that move faster than I do in the water, are only staved off with the presence of other swimmers, and you'd be surprised how often the LA Fitness pool is empty.
Ah, to have such problems. I have too much to eat, the permanent laser hair removal hurts, and I must decide between taking dance class for free, or using my free gym membership. Woe, I tell you. Woe is me.
On a final note, my bunny is home, and I am happy. But my bunny is leaving soon. But neither of those are material to my hands hurting. The frogurt is also cursed.
Squeak
It all started about two weeks ago, when I found myself with a hankerin' for 'pasketti with tomato sauce. Mmmmmmm...'Pasketti! Then, this past Wednesday-Saturday, I found myself beset by hankerin's, though not lasting ones, and not all at the same time, for cc cookies, chewy cc cookies, ice cream, cookie dough, and a loaf of bread. Really, I just wanted a slice or two of the bread, but as I have proven time and again, I can't be trusted with bread in the house. Having eaten all of these things, and not gone to the gym on Friday or Saturday (as I was trying to figure out how to put my old 120 GB hard drive onto my even older comp, which supports a max of 80), I managed to put on several pounds in a few days. I'm gifted. So, last night, as I am leaving the laser place, I decide to RUN the couple of blocks to my car, to get home sooner, and burn a calorie or two, except that I don't usually run places, since I believe it's bad for my knees, so I'm really not used to my own momentum, and I realize after a couple seconds that I'm going to fall, and I do, and it hurts a lot, but nothing is broken, so I indulge in a brief fantasy of kicking myself, get my lazy ass up and finish running to my car, cradling my hands to my chest 'cuz I'm a wuss like that. I was not in a very good mood to begin with, as I opted to forgo the topical anesthetic for my lasering, and didn't shave nearly as well as I should have. It was actually pretty cool watching the some of the longer hairs flair up and die out, and watching patches of shorter hairs spark, but after about two hours, I couln't take any more of the feeling of being snapped by flaming rubber bands, despite the nagging feeling that there were still large patches of un-lasered me. It's ironic, because in my more foolish youth, I used to light my body hair on fire in an attempt to get rid of it permanently, but last night, I couldn't take something that hurt less and was actually getting rid of the hair. I tried to remind myself what a tremendous difference being hairless makes in my self esteem, but Wuss-hood won out in the end. So, I drove home from Oceanside steering with my forearms, with only the smell of my burnt body hair, and a vaguely unsatisfied feeling from my laser experience to accompany me. I realized, on the way, that I had a minor scrape on the left hand, which was bleeding, and that the right hand was quite swollen around the base of the thumb. The swelling is still there, which makes typing slow, awkward and painful. Only LJ is worth the struggle, and definitely not work. ;)
A less dangerous hankerin' I've been having, due to exchanging sleep time for finally reading the Iron Tower trilogy, is to game, which I haven't done since I played with Gee-Nuh, oh, so long ago. In particular, I miss playing a sorceror in D&D. The sorceror always suited me perfectly, as you only have to choose spells once, ever, and may then cast them in whatever combination you like. Kevin & The Chrys to the rescue, and I hope to get my geek on, in D&D as well as other games, in the next few weeks. Time schmime.
The last hankerin I've been having is to exercise, specifically by swimming, but this is difficult, as I must split my available time between dance class and the pool. Dance class usually wins, as it's closer, and I have a quota to meet. Also, I have to swim with a buddy, as sharks, squid, alligators, and other pool-dangers that move faster than I do in the water, are only staved off with the presence of other swimmers, and you'd be surprised how often the LA Fitness pool is empty.
Ah, to have such problems. I have too much to eat, the permanent laser hair removal hurts, and I must decide between taking dance class for free, or using my free gym membership. Woe, I tell you. Woe is me.
On a final note, my bunny is home, and I am happy. But my bunny is leaving soon. But neither of those are material to my hands hurting. The frogurt is also cursed.
Squeak
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Date: 2006-04-24 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-24 01:21 pm (UTC)Second, why are there sharks etc in the LA Fitness pool?
Third, I refuse to believe that the frogurt is cursed. I will come home sometime and we'll set out to prove otherwise.
Love you!
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Date: 2006-04-24 10:50 pm (UTC)There are sharks (or squid, etc.) in anywhere I'm swimming alone. Water just isn't our primary form of movement, and it's very frightening that there are creatures for whom it is. I know it sounds silly, and it really is irrational, but it's there nonetheless.
Third, Excellent.
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Date: 2006-04-24 01:35 pm (UTC)hope the hands get better.
much love!
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