I have been beyond irritable lately. Probably for the last two weeks. My eyes twitch, my stomach won’t quit churning. The slightly unexpected causes me to crave violence. But I think I’ve done an OK job of keeping it from getting me in trouble. It’s worse when I’m hungry. I need to eat, but I’m too wound up to figure out what I want, so my stomach gets worse and I either just sit in my chair or pace around the house.
House! Technically, it’ll be mine sometime after 9am on Tuesday. Realistically, we’ll be moving in a week from then. There was supposed to be a movie-night thing here tonight, but I don’t know if that’s gonna happen. Anyone who was planning to attend is more than welcome to come over and watch movies or keep me company while I pack.
My head hurts like I was out drinking too much last night, but all I consumed yesterday was water, mexican food, and popcorn. I worked from 9 to 6:30 yesterday, then went to see Batman (which was fucking awesome) with John and Ronny. Affter that I got a call and had to go back to work until about 11:30. I came home and went almost immediately to sleep.
Now I need to eat food and get back on the packing wagon.
Packing is REALLY there so you can clean behind your furniture and throw out kruft.
Next time you see your doc, mebbe see about having a 4 hour glucose tolerance test? You know, test after fasting, then after having supersweet orange crush kinda stuff, then test a couple of times after that.
Just to make sure you’re not going high or low.
What a load of unimportant guff yesterday I ate slept and farted so what