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transmothra) wrote2002-10-20 09:40 pm
transmothra) wrote2002-10-20 09:40 pm
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this morning i woke up in intense pain. i felt like someone was forcing a poker into the underside of my left calf. i'm a pretty violent sleeper, so i guess i must have pulled something or temporarily herniated myself somehow. it went away after a while, but it's been sore as hell all day.
i love The Gilmore Girls. easily the most charming show on teevee... everybody is so clever on that show. kids should watch that show so they grow up to be funny and spontaneous and quick-witted, especially if they have dull, average parents and peers. and Lauren Graham... *bites palm*
i forgot to mention that last night in the parking lot the dancing girl came past as she left. she grabbed Jessie and started sobbing. Jessie later told me that she was having some kind of custody battle for her kids. that killed me... the most carefree and happyfriendly person at the party, sobbing afterwards. all day long i've been thinking about how she didn't stop dancing the whole night and how she was utterly the life of the crowd and got the whole place jumpin and jivin to the wild african beat of the sweaty rock and roll. i cursed myself for not saying something nice to her, but i was too drunk to be charming anyway.
my dad and his girlfriend are coming out next sunday. i really wanted to just be alone or hang out with some cool people. maybe i'll get up early and just split for somewhere.
i have to remember to call the shop in Indy tomorrow so i can get my fourtrack fixed. hopefully i can just maybe mail it in or something. i dunno. funny thing is, i actually considered dropping it off, then going up north for peace talks; but this week i flipped out after some casual LJ banter went from silly-sarcastic to virtual foodfighting to suddenly uncool, and eventually decided to literally drop off entirely in order to save the world from e-sploding. some things were just not meant to happen. or else, they were meant to happen, but in an altogether different universe.
so out of sheer laziness, i never have unjoined![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
polyamory, a community i joined when i was still interested in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flooding and had hope that i could come to terms with being one of a flock, 1/nth of a boyfriend... this means that in digging through the thousands of news feeds that now comprise my seemingly substance-free (by that i mean it's 95% news and 5% friends now) friends page, i ran across a link to a funny Straight Dope thread/debate on polyamory. i'll be interested to see how folks take my two cents, considering i start off by bashing polyamory and end up defending it. meh, i don't call me the Brazen Lily for nuffin.
they painted a solid double line down my street today. that is the funniest thing i think i've seen in years. for those who don't know, my street is a tiny quiet little one-lane street in a sleepy little suburb. it sees maybe forty cars in a day.
i love The Gilmore Girls. easily the most charming show on teevee... everybody is so clever on that show. kids should watch that show so they grow up to be funny and spontaneous and quick-witted, especially if they have dull, average parents and peers. and Lauren Graham... *bites palm*
i forgot to mention that last night in the parking lot the dancing girl came past as she left. she grabbed Jessie and started sobbing. Jessie later told me that she was having some kind of custody battle for her kids. that killed me... the most carefree and happyfriendly person at the party, sobbing afterwards. all day long i've been thinking about how she didn't stop dancing the whole night and how she was utterly the life of the crowd and got the whole place jumpin and jivin to the wild african beat of the sweaty rock and roll. i cursed myself for not saying something nice to her, but i was too drunk to be charming anyway.
my dad and his girlfriend are coming out next sunday. i really wanted to just be alone or hang out with some cool people. maybe i'll get up early and just split for somewhere.
i have to remember to call the shop in Indy tomorrow so i can get my fourtrack fixed. hopefully i can just maybe mail it in or something. i dunno. funny thing is, i actually considered dropping it off, then going up north for peace talks; but this week i flipped out after some casual LJ banter went from silly-sarcastic to virtual foodfighting to suddenly uncool, and eventually decided to literally drop off entirely in order to save the world from e-sploding. some things were just not meant to happen. or else, they were meant to happen, but in an altogether different universe.
so out of sheer laziness, i never have unjoined
polyamory, a community i joined when i was still interested in flooding and had hope that i could come to terms with being one of a flock, 1/nth of a boyfriend... this means that in digging through the thousands of news feeds that now comprise my seemingly substance-free (by that i mean it's 95% news and 5% friends now) friends page, i ran across a link to a funny Straight Dope thread/debate on polyamory. i'll be interested to see how folks take my two cents, considering i start off by bashing polyamory and end up defending it. meh, i don't call me the Brazen Lily for nuffin.
they painted a solid double line down my street today. that is the funniest thing i think i've seen in years. for those who don't know, my street is a tiny quiet little one-lane street in a sleepy little suburb. it sees maybe forty cars in a day.
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It sounds like what I get some times, which is just nasty cramp thingies when I stretch or move (most frequently, when I wake up, or am woken up by), generally caused by being fairly dehydrated, and/or a combination of not having enough Vitamin E, or Calcium. Taking the VitE has helped alot. Past that, just rub it out. Tiger Balm (or whatever) works well. Keep it warm-ish, if you can.
That's my .02, first thing in the morning.
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