Temerity Jane

(Today, at least.)

So I mentioned in my earlier post that I’m having a hard time sleeping. Everyone does, once in a while, but last night, I actually ended up throwing a full blown tantrum. All by myself, no one around to see it, but imagine, for a second, what kind of frustration it would take to drive an adult to actually pitch a fit.

I’m going to step delicately around the source issue because, while few people read this site, even fewer have been apprised of the details of my current situation, so we’ll leave it a bit hazy – the problem resides in my right leg. At the best of times, it takes me a bit of time and maneuvering to get comfortable, and I shift positions rather frequently.

Last night, however, was not the best of times. Normally, I tend to regard this issue as an inconvenience and go about my life as best as I can. But last night… a step off the “inconveniece” scale right into the “I’m going to rip the goddamned thing OFF!” department.

Have you ever seen some really half-assed Christmas lights? You know, where someone seems to pitch a handful of them into a bush, next to some discarded Bud Light cans and an old tire, and they blink on and off with absolutely no discernable pattern whatsoever? That’s the best comparison I could come up with for how I felt last night – completely random flashes of pain from my hip to my calf, just lighting up over and over and over while I laid there and ineffectively said “Stop, stop, come on, stop!”

So anyway, right, it’s hard enough to fall asleep with that going on, which had me clenching my fists in frustration – I was SO tired I couldn’t see straight any more, and I just had to keep moving and moving and moving to find a position comfortable enough that I would be able to take advantage of a few peaceful moments and fall asleep.

But here’s the rub – no matter what side I lay on, no matter where I am, how tired I am, who I’m with, anything – no matter what, I always turn from whatever side I’m on to the other one right before I actually fall asleep. There’s no avoiding it. I can’t trick me. I will turn over.

So, that leaves me with this situation – I’ve got to fuss around long enough to find a position comfortable enough for me to relax and fall nearly asleep – knowing damn well that I’m going to turn right out of that position if I ever do manage to relax that much.

So do I lay on my right side, and struggle to find a cozy contortion while laying on the problem, since when I turn over, I’ll spend the night not laying on it? That takes forever.

Or do I lay on the left side, knowing it’s easier to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, but knowing that when I turn over, I’ll be turning onto my right side and probably jerk myself back awake only to start the repositioning battle all over again?

So, which do you think I chose (after that aforementioned tantrum, of course)?

Turns out, if you tantrum enough to completely and totally exhaust yourself, you’ll eventually pass out flat on your back around 3 or 4am.

I just gouged my hand on a door, short cut but pretty deep, and didn’t bleed a single drop.

I’m pretty sure this means I’m Wolverine.

I was out with my friend Pie this weekend. I drove out to his place about an hour or so away, we took my car for an oil change, and rather than go back and exchange for his car, I just let him drive me around (as it should be) in mine for the rest of our errands.

I think we were at Old Navy 3 times.

Anyway, eventually we got hungry and went to Fuddrucker’s and as we were leaving, we were each eating a cookie and walking back to my car.

Pie: I was going to throw away this cookie wrapper because I don’t want it in my car, but then I realized, we have your car, and there are no rules in your car.

TJ: *snort*

Pie: It’s like a little Vegas you can take with you.

(Edited to add: I just now remembered I left my cookie in the glove compartment. Crap.)

I had a meeting with my boss shortly after I made the last post. I’m on good terms with her, always have been, but I’m always a little tense going into these meetings. And it was a meeting I requested. But whatever.

Boss: Oh, you look nice today.

TJ : MY UNDERWEAR TOTALLY MATCH THE THEME. So… uh. I wanted to talk to you about an alternative work arrangement… hrrm.

One of the (very few, as far as I can see) problems with being single is that sometimes you do things that you know you’re just not going to get any appreciation for.

A couple of people have commented that I look nice today, it’s true, I really do, but they’re just seeing the shoes, skirt and shirt. I’m really fighting the urge to yell after them,

“Oh, thanks. I coordinated my underwear with the rest of the outfit, want to s– HEY! WHERE YOU GOING? COME BACK! IT’S ALSO BLACK AND WHITE! I’VE GOT A THEME! A THEME!!“