Funtime error
Oct. 27th, 2007 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afufleOn the rather crap side of my week, I realized that some of the things I had thought my older brother had grabbed off of me are still right where I left them. Oy, shizola! That happened to me a few years ago when I first started taking Effexor, but I've been off it about a year now. Hope it's just residual paranoia. Sheesh!
But that means more motivation to clean up my room, since honestly that was a big factor (I think) in me letting it get messed up. In the past, I've had siblings shop around in there, and my mom was not sympathetic, being not too respectful of my ownership of things.
My mom is home and being annoying sometimes, though sometimes charmingly and disarmingly mental--meaning she just doesn't remember a lot of stuff. She's better than she was a few weeks ago, I think. She does this yawning thing only when I am around, she thinks it will make me go away. It's her way of 'politely' telling me she can't stand my presence. I don't think that's paranoia, though, whenever I came down the stairs and stay in the front hall, where she can't hear me even if I cough, she is quiet. If someone passes me there and goes into the kitchen or some other part of the house, she knows it's not me and she doesn't do it. But if she knows it's me, she starts yawning. Long story there. I've talked to her about that before, but she won't stop it because she thinks it's her right. The other day I just kept saying, oh, would you like a sleeping pill if you can't get to sleep? Coffee if you can't wake up? Like I was really concerned. But not that sincere. Basically how she treats me, falsely sweet, humoring me. I did it till I was done doing the two things I'd gone to the kitchen for, making coffee and cleaning some dishes. That's all I wanted to do.
I'm at Patty's dogsitting for the weekend again, Sydney the lil mutter in question, she's a doll. Unfortunately got kidney problems, so she has to eat the same food all the time. And I was going to say, "so she's constantly beggin for food," but I guess pretty many dogs do that. She's also bored, because not allowed out without someone to watch her--she digs up flowers, etc.
Speaking of flowers, I don't know what these purple ones with the olive leaves are, but they are really vivid and beautiful. Forgot to ask her the name. And since she's going to be gone and not in the back yard much anyway in the coming weeks, maybe I'll pick some and bring them in. I feel like I want to have as nice an environment as I can.
I am not living. I am just existing, with some living thrown in. Gotta live. Gotta get moving. Better start swimming or sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changing.
And I just burned some pasta really bad. I tend to be easily distracted.
But that means more motivation to clean up my room, since honestly that was a big factor (I think) in me letting it get messed up. In the past, I've had siblings shop around in there, and my mom was not sympathetic, being not too respectful of my ownership of things.
My mom is home and being annoying sometimes, though sometimes charmingly and disarmingly mental--meaning she just doesn't remember a lot of stuff. She's better than she was a few weeks ago, I think. She does this yawning thing only when I am around, she thinks it will make me go away. It's her way of 'politely' telling me she can't stand my presence. I don't think that's paranoia, though, whenever I came down the stairs and stay in the front hall, where she can't hear me even if I cough, she is quiet. If someone passes me there and goes into the kitchen or some other part of the house, she knows it's not me and she doesn't do it. But if she knows it's me, she starts yawning. Long story there. I've talked to her about that before, but she won't stop it because she thinks it's her right. The other day I just kept saying, oh, would you like a sleeping pill if you can't get to sleep? Coffee if you can't wake up? Like I was really concerned. But not that sincere. Basically how she treats me, falsely sweet, humoring me. I did it till I was done doing the two things I'd gone to the kitchen for, making coffee and cleaning some dishes. That's all I wanted to do.
I'm at Patty's dogsitting for the weekend again, Sydney the lil mutter in question, she's a doll. Unfortunately got kidney problems, so she has to eat the same food all the time. And I was going to say, "so she's constantly beggin for food," but I guess pretty many dogs do that. She's also bored, because not allowed out without someone to watch her--she digs up flowers, etc.
Speaking of flowers, I don't know what these purple ones with the olive leaves are, but they are really vivid and beautiful. Forgot to ask her the name. And since she's going to be gone and not in the back yard much anyway in the coming weeks, maybe I'll pick some and bring them in. I feel like I want to have as nice an environment as I can.
I am not living. I am just existing, with some living thrown in. Gotta live. Gotta get moving. Better start swimming or sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changing.
And I just burned some pasta really bad. I tend to be easily distracted.
