Bleh.

That must be the single most used title in blogland. Cause when you're bleh, you're bleh, and there's nothing else you can title it.

Or is that just me?

Actually, I'm not bleh at all today, but I sure as hell was yesterday. I worked at the coffee hut (I may actually call it cafe, for short, but don't get confused, it is just a hut that chucks coffee out the window) from 12 to 5 on Saturday, then tried valiantly (but ineffectually) to nap before I worked from midnight to 8 AM on Sunday. Also at 8 on Sunday I went back to work at the cafe. So basically we're talking about 18 hours of work, with a three hour almost-nap in between. Hello, Rachael!

Monday, of couse, I had a day shift at the motel, so I had to reset my system by staying up all afternoon after work on Sunday. I've discovered that I can pretty well combat the nausea and droopy eyes, with caffeine and triscuits, but there is no hiding the itchy, crappy, don't-wanna mood that comes over me. How Rach is ever pleasant is beyond me.

I had one of those crawly feelings, like I had to make something, do something, change something, but nothing sounded good. Didn't wanna clean; too much work. Didn't wanna knit; too creative. Didn't wanna write; way too much brainpower involved. Demolition sounded good, but I've already hacked the shit out of my bathroom floor.

I ended up tweaking and twisting and hacking at wire, and now I have a pretty nice, asymmetrical, completely ignorant of design tea candle holder. It's perched on one of the log walls, and it cheered me up a bit last night. Or maybe it was just that by the time I was done the sun had gone down and I could go to bed. Still, it's cheering me today as well. About 10 more of them would just look freakin' awesome. This one is much sturdier than the ones in my bathroom that caused my Mr. Bubbles to combust. Bubble bath for children should really not be flammable.

Did I mention already that I love my cabled Montana sweater? I'm about halfway through the back, and it's still coming out like magic. It just makes me happy to touch it. Lord, I'm setting myself up for a fall. Please fit, please fit, please don't mess up...

Pictures are coming, I swear. Very soon now. Any day.

Ooo, and courtesy of dear Greta:

Which flock do you follow?
this quiz was made by alanna

Cool man.

Speaking of sheep, I am slightly devastated. The running of the sheep is in Reedpoint, MT next weekend. This is something I just barely missed last year, and vowed to come back for. Now I'm in Montana, at the right time, and I can't go cause I have to freaking work. Oh, to be independantly wealthy. Actually, I just love that phrase. It sounds better than trustafarian. Neither of which I am. So I guess that vow will have to hold for another year or two.

Speaking of being devastated, Lee Press on and the Nails will be having their last show ever, on October 30 at Nicasio. Waah! Swing really is dead. Still, they never let that stop them before. I think I will have to make another trip home, even though I am planning on being there at the beginning of the month. Tach needs some wind, anyway.

Comments

[Ann]

And your route home is...?? Exit 80, is all I'm saying.

Trustafarian. Heh.

Oh, and it sounds like you're fitting in with the Dracula crowd just fine ;)

[caroline]

Oh, chica, rotating shifts will do more to destroy mind/body/spirit equilibrium and sanity than any three other crappy things..
normal reaction to such timeclock madness.
hope this finds you recuperated and smilin' in the sun...
pictures, puhleeese.. pretty please?

[Kira]

I have such fond memories of the flaming bubble bath incident. It seemed like a good idea to suspend candles over the tub . . .