Veteran of the Psychic Wars

Guess what!?! On the weekend of Midsummer, the bloody bus ppl go on strike! Now, I wouldn't really care, I mean, not as in get upset over it, they're just doing their thing and these things happen. I say wouldn't because, yes, the trek to the store and back is uber annoying and lugging 50lbs of groceries home with you isn't my idea of fun, but hey, downtown Seattle not like I never walked up to Capital Hill or off to the Larry's past the Space Needle, but like I said, weekend of Midsummer, hottest part of the year basically... so not of the good. I will spare you the gory details and the exploits that followed my arrival home and skip to the part that is pissing me off... I have not stopped sweating, I can't cool down, I took a bloody cold bath and I am still sweating!!!!!! Now, again, that in and of itself isn't pissing me off, but getting constantly gripped at because, "I don't see what problem you people have with sweating," that is making me want to knock heads. If I hear her tell me one more time how sweating is a good thing I may not be responsible for my actions. I am from the fucking SOUTH! I know what sweating is and does and I also know damn, well, like any Southerner over the age of, oh, 10 does, that the point of sweating is to cool the body, so sweating and having it evaporate is of the good, it means it is doing its job, but sweating and sweating and sweating without the evaporation, you know sweating the proverbial buckets, without end is sooooooooooooooooooooooo very NOT of the good. So forgive me if I am concerned that I am literally dripping sweat- it is not bloody healthy!

Insult to injury... or maybe injury to insult under the circumstances... a few days ago my jaw started hurting, right near the tooth they are doing the root canal on, which also happens to be one of the back bottom ones that feels the pressure when I have an ear infection. I've been trying to figure out if it's my ear or my jaw and if it's my jaw if it's from grinding my teeth (I'm a world class tooth grinder) or if there's something wrong with the tooth they've been working on. And today, hell day that it is I haven't been able to get it to stop hurting, feels like someone's hammering an ice pick into my jaw. :/ I tried heat on it, which helped a little, I tried cold, which didn't, have taken something like 1200mg of ibuprofen and nothing- until, I fixed myself a cuppa coffee, and kinda let that roll around in my mouth and over the tooth... finally, finally, it's down to a little above a dull throb. So yeah, sweating unhealthily, trying to OD on ibuprofen (thank gods I know how nigh on impossible that is), and having the kind of pain that makes your eye hurt, is making me ready to either kill or die.

I would say more, some good-ish stuff, fun stuff, weird stuff, but right now I hurt and She's trying to push me over the edge, so you get the murder-death-kill version, but I'll try to make a happier post over the weekend, get some of the good out there with the bad. :D

It really shouldn't bother me so much... going to check on the site, I mean, but it does. It's like the closest thing I have to maternal instincts I guess, I feel like a parent who can on occasion glimpse their baby, but never really see it. It's stupid I know, but there it is. *whimpers*
Between that stupid move, the fact that almost every fic I've tried to read in the last three days has been stealth fallen!Cas fic (as if fallen!Cas fic wasn't bad enough! *growls*), and I'm having one of those angry/crying PMS months, I'm about ready to kill!

Despite all that I'm actually in a fairly good mood, just uber touchy- and it is so not helping that Dott is catching up to Robertson... it's gonna be a long night, esp with the lack of chocolate in sight, lol.