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I kept meaning to post things then forgetting what I had to say, but that's kind of the story of my life. And I should be working on some sewing, but I'm super tired, so you know...why not post to LJ? Yeah I don't pretend to make sense.

infinityduck and I went to the gym twice this week, which is some kind of record for me, and all told I ran 6 miles on an elliptical and came home covered in sweat and wanting to fall facedown on everything. And then drink all the soda in the world.

Tuesday, in one of these sweat-soaked, braindead states, caffeaffogato and I got the world's most amazing granola at Target, and then tried out the Borders on the East Side since they took our beautiful Borders away. It just wasn't the same. And they closed at 9, but that's probably okay because I was pretty much about to fall over then anyway.

My eyes have been bothering me a little, with my right eye having some floaters, so I need to make an appointment. Part of it may be that I tend to do most things, even sewing, in the semi-dark because I like to pretend I live in a cave or something. So I'm going to try to work at my table more, as it has a very bright light source, and I cleared it off today (for the first time in months) while I cleaned most of the things.

Also on the annoying side, I've been having anxiety dreams for the past few days. Wednesday was tornadoes, Thursday was losing my wallet, nearly being in another car accident, and then a nightmarish work situation where the computers were broken and there were a million customers and everything was awful. jou stayed over Friday night, and I had no bad dreams, which leads me to believed she sucked them out like a tapir. But Saturday afternoon I took a nap after cleaning and dreamed that Nicky was injured and Olivia was missing and that just sucked. I don't even know what in particular is stressing me out; I had thought maybe my house being messy was part of it, but that's fairly fixed now. Who even knows. But whoever said "a dream is a wish your heart makes" can kiss my ass, because if that's true my heart wishes I was dead.

There's a friending meme taunting me from my flist, but I think I should wait until I feel less like a crumbling gargoyle to participate. Dammit, friending memes, you are always so awkward, I wish I could quit you!

I'm gonna go fall asleep to the X-Files episode "Demons," because Mulder has bad dreams in it, and maybe that will protect me.