So Friday around midnight, I was IMing with the man and having a snack. I went to put my dish in the sink and on my way back I tripped over a loose nail in the door frame I've been meaning to hammer down. And by "tripped," I mean I caught my foot on it.

Cut for the squeamish )

She had the large bandages that I needed and after bandaging it, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't walk well on Saturday, which was annoying since I had a crapload of chores to do but I could do a little at a time. I got some of those nifty Band-Aid® Active-Flex bandages (product placement!!!) and I've been trying to avoid walking and I think it's a lot better.

Saturday I got my W-2 forms from work and after filing my return (my federal one, at least) and finding out that I'm getting back an airline ticket, I was feeling pretty chipper. Then, I got my W-2 forms from Embassy Suites, where I barely remember working. So I got to file an amended return this afternoon and I found out that I'm now getting back $65 less. How is it that I worked more and am getting less? Oh, Lord bless this country--bless it right in its stupid face.

Also Saturday I got my second BPAL order and...disappointment, woe. Specifically I got my bottle of Stardust and two free samples, one of Roadhouse (on my wishlist) and one of Black Rose. My reviews (as always, these are cross-posted to the BPAL.org forum, with occasional changes):

Stardust )

Black Rose )

Roadhouse )

I bought Fire of Love from [livejournal.com profile] cleolinda, which is one of the voodoo blends I want to try (and have just ordered), and of course, I'll share my thoughts on those when they get here.

I'm going to go eat and try running on my gimpy foot now. Later!

Oh, P.S.: Remember in chat when I said I wanted to use that phrase (about friction) some time this season? I did last night! :)
And that's life.

I pay attention to the songs I hear on the radio while I'm on trips, particularly if I hear songs repeatedly and they're not the latest radio hits. If I hear a song over and over again and it came out a few years (or a few decades) ago, I tend to think that someone's trying to tell me something. Like, I know I've made a big deal about hearing a certain Bob Dylan cover at shows. What does it mean?! Lately, I've been listening to CDs of shows and it occurred to me that there's another song I hear even more than that one. In fact, I've heard it twice as much. And that song is "Blackbird," the Beatles song. To me, that's pretty significant. If I were an ubergeek (and I am, obviously), I could check my setlist statistics and see that it is the third most-played song at shows I've gone to. Actually, the first two songs are usually played together, one into the other, so "Blackbird" could count as the second most-played. So what does all this mean?

Well, take a look at the lyrics. "Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Three years ago, I pulled myself out of a horrible depression and an even worse relationship. I started telling myself that good things would happen to me, if only I would reach out and get them. And they did. I remind myself every day that I have a choice. I can walk this world or I can learn to fly.

I feel like a dork writing this. I know that some people have said in their journals that they feel bad about writing about "bad" feelings. I feel the opposite. I feel like when people read my journal, they roll their eyes and think, That's easy for her to say. Well, it is and it isn't. I still feel bad sometimes. However, I spent enough time feeling bad. I'm not going to do it again.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't feel bad because you feel bad. But don't sink into it, either. Don't let it become a home. It's easier said than done--I know from experience. But it can be done.

I know that from experience, too. Last year, I had a year of amazing moments. This year, I hope the same happens for all of you.

And if you're still rolling your eyes, well...whatever. I don't really get why you read this, except you know what "they" say. Every cynic's a closet romantic.

Nothing's going to change my world.
--Dear CSI,

As you know, I really enjoy the show. I especially wanted to thank you for tonight's episode. It was a very helpful resource in that "Some People Like to Dress Up Like Animals and Hump Each Other" discussion I've been meaning to have with my grandmother. The ladies at the beauty shop will be way impressed with her knowledge of furries, especially when she uses terms like "yiffing."

Thanks ever so much,

Salome

--Dear body,

What the hell is wrong with you? One moment, you're like, "I sure am sneezy today. Must be sinuses" and the sinuses are all "Hey, don't put that shit on us" and now you're like, "Total system failure--everyone must evacuate!" What is the deal, pickle? You better start responding to the specially made cough syrup I have to take or else we get dextromethorphan and you know what that does. In short, I feel like crap. Why have you forsaken me?

Bleh,

The Captain

--Dear jalapeno poppers,

Why can't I stop eating you?

Wondering (and hungry),

S.

--Dear fast food staff,

Okay, let me get this straight. The new girl didn't know that five jalapeno poppers came in a regular order so she only dropped four. So, you guys are compensating me with a chicken finger since those are already done. Okay...so why did I get a chicken finger and five poppers?

Still confused,

Girl in the silver car

--Dear Limey,

Thanks for emailing me. That was really unexpected and happy-making. Have a good time tomorrow night.

Yours,

Cherry Pop

--Dear Strokes,

I love Room On Fire.

Thanks,

Salome

--Dear telemarketer,

I know you were calling for a worthy cause and it is one that I support. However, when I am sick and trying to sleep in before work, take no for an answer. No, really.

Still a Yellow Dog Dem in a family of Republicans,

S.

--Dear friends list,

Happy Halloween! I hope you all have a good holiday and get lots of candy. Have a great weekend!

Love,

Salome

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