Filler

I just painted my nails. (black, of course)
I actually brushed my hair and put a headband on today.
I'm also wearing a shirt that doesn't completely conceal my body shape.
I even plucked my eyebrows a little bit.

Mostly I'm just trying to find things to do to stay awake.
(and it's been a while since I bothered with even such simple standards of appearance)

My sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked- in that I don't have a goddamn schedule at all to speak of.
Which is okay, really. I don't need one. Except tomorrow... because tomorrow is Sunday, and I will finally have a solid outlet for this manic, creative energy. I'm sleep depriving myself today so I can sleep well tonight- to wake up earlyish tomorrow. Then maybe next week, I won't be so ... just spun out. I gotta try to get it all out tomorrow...

On a very happy note, this week of insane mania has reduced my appetite to almost zilch; consequently, my food intake has been cut by at least 3/4. My activity level has gone up as well, what with all the pacing and rambling and incessant fucking fidgeting. (I can't stop. Seriously. This whole week I've felt like I was doing coke- but the only stimulants I've had this week are caffeine from Diet Coke and nicotine from my tasty Camels... it's senseless!)

I don't really look it, but I feel like I might've dropped a few pounds- something a bit more significant than the usual waterweight fluctuations, anyway. I'll weigh myself when I get over to my grandad's to confirm or refute.

You know what? Fuck that. I'm just going to feel good- I don't care whether I've lost anything or not. Assholes.
(Also trying to unlearn everything society has taught me about how I should feel about myself/present myself to the world. FUCK YOU.)

Also, I'm very, VERY excited to see the GRAND FINALE of AVATAR tonight. Oh. Emm. Eff. Gee.

My husband got a haircut yesterday. It looks like this.



It was down to his mid-to-lower back... now it looks.. almost exactly like Mr. Pitt's hair there.

I think it's unbelievably sexy- so he hates it, naturally.

Sometimes I think he's one of those people that legitimately can't function without something making him angry.

"What?? Photosynthesis?! Fucking trees!! THAT PISSES ME OFF!"

He's also hating his new job, but hopefully that will change once he gets used to doing something new (the only reason he hates it) and once he starts bringing home the big bucks on payday.

I'm waiting for him now, hoping he'll come home for 'lunch' to give me a ride over to my grandad's so I can hang out with my little sister and the Random Mess o'People that have also spontaneously appeared there.... and so I can watch Avatar tonight when it airs on Nick. I will be a very sad panda if he doesn't come home on a break. I've been waiting for this series end for months. :(