2. Since this weekend is the Traveling Circus and Snake-Handling Show's fourth appearance at Borderlands, my mother's been cleaning my house from stem to stern, to get it ready for company. This, naturally, upsets the cats. Thomas has been expressing his displeasure by sulking in the kitchen and knocking over the trash can. He doesn't seem to understand that neither of these behaviors is going to do anything beyond getting him scooped and scolded.
3. Having assessed my current stress levels and their effect on my ability to get things done, I have taken a major step toward reducing them. Namely, I have set aside the to-be-read pile, turning my back on all those beguiling new stories and unfamiliar authors, and have picked up my dearest, most faithful literary companion: I am re-reading Stephen King's IT for the first time in well over a year. This is seriously the longest I have gone without reading this book since I was nine. So yes, it will be sweet balm for my stressed-out soul.
4. Safeway has two-liters of Diet Dr Pepper on sale for eighty-eight cents this week. This, too, is sweet balm for my stressed-out soul, but in a different way. A more hyperactive, I CAN SEE THROUGH TIME, kind of a way.
5. Still on the New York Times bestseller list. I check every day, just to see if I'm still there. Call it part of my monitoring routine against dimensional slide, and let it go. I feel like I should do something to celebrate, like another round of book giveaways or something, but that's going to have to wait until my capacity to cope catches up with the rest of me. Say around next Tuesday, at the current rate.
6. I am the Rain King.
7. Last night's episode of Glee made me happy the way the show used to make me happy in season one, and that was a wonderful thing. I'm glad I bought the soundtrack before the episode actually aired; it let me get used to the original songs the way I am to the covers, and assess the performance on the show based on the actual performance, not on "WAIT WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY SINGING." It's a thing.
8. Last night I dreamt a detailed remake of Nightmare on Elm Street, updated for the modern era, without sucking righteously. It was scary and strange and really awesome, and it says something about my psyche that I still don't think it was a nightmare. Sadly, I woke up before the end. Stupid alarm clock.
9. The bigger my cats get, the more I realize that I need a bigger bed. Which means I need a bigger bedroom. Which means I need a bigger house. Anyone know where I can find Dr. Wayne Szalinski's shrinking/enlarging ray?
10. Zombies are love, be excellent to one another, and party on, dudes.
March 16 2011, 22:53:27 UTC 6 years ago Edited: March 16 2011, 22:54:23 UTC
By the time I was in college the mattress springs had popped through the top. Mom realized this when she asked where all the spare blankets were and I showed her how I'd laid them (folded to fit the mattress top) between the mattress and the bottom sheet.
My parents gave me a double bed when I got my AA degree. TWICE the width! It took more room in my room, but I coped. It was amazing to be able to spread my limbs and still be on the bed. I loved my bed.
About 8 years later I adopted a Maine Coon. We coped, mainly because I hadn't forgotten how to sleep on a single. I did upgrade to a queen a few years later. With the queen-size I got almost half the bed to sleep on.
Then I got married....
March 16 2011, 23:23:25 UTC 6 years ago
When I was little, probably somewhere around 8 years old, the mattress I had eventually had springs, not poking through, but very prominent in some spots. My mother didn't know this until an aunt stayed over and slept in my bed. After my aunt complained, my mom asked me about it and I explained how there was a spot on the bed where I fit right in between the springs until I fell asleep, when I didn't care. I got a new mattress soon after that.
March 17 2011, 01:16:03 UTC 6 years ago