bad girl

Up too late, watching tv. Not as bad as the timestamp would seem to indicate, though, since I fell asleep for over an hour in the middle of "Terminator 3." Man, that movie has some great car chases.

In an odd coincidence, I switched the tv over to Noggin to find Claire Danes again, in "My So-Called Life," and I realized again that she has -- apparently has always had -- perfect alabaster skin, and the most gorgeous hair ever. I wonder why we don't see more of her. I enjoyed seeing her stand up to the TX, because Angela was always so whiny and annoying (although because of that, genuine.)

Angela was a person in need of Attitude Adjustment: it isn't always about her. I work on this with my kids when they get too self-involved. Between that and the "No Freaking Out" rule, things have been going very well, attitude-wise. Yeah, we run into "I don' wanna" and other crap from time to time, but in general, they're good kids. Maybe it's just that they're getting older, that's why it seems easier.

Maybe I've just learned to stop freaking out, and adjusted my own attitude?

Today we went to Border's and had a lovely time (the manager asked me how my surgery had gone -- this was my first time back since then), and then we went out to dinner. I ate way too much carb-laden stuff (spicy fries are a particular weakness), but realized that sometimes I'm freezing because my carbs for the day have been too low: eat carbs, warm up. Odd, but it's something I've noticed before, and it annoyed me when I realized that I had forgotten. I shouldn't forget "duh!" things like that.

"In A Fix" totally rocked tonight: the crew fixed up Sparky's house, which was definitely in desperate need. There was so much camraderie and emotion in the ep, it was great. "Clean Sweep" was another ep in which a husband and wife were letting their stuff get in the way of their lives, and their ability to be together in their own room. It's so easy to get overwhelmed by stuff: constant vigilance is required.

Speaking of stuff, I acquired more stuff at Target today, some stocking stuffers and chocolates and other good things, and some trays to try and organize the constant flow of papers that come in from all people in this household. It's really annoying -- right now the counter looks like several paper bombs detonated on it. Hate that!

DH rented the thriller "Dead End" tonight, which had a no-name cast but was well done nonetheless. I liked how it ended: very sad, but it made some sort of sense, anyway.

Inventory: Sinuses still gunking up every half-hour or so, so my nose is still sore, too. And my throat is still feeling lumpy, leaving me to wonder how long I will be feeling after-effects of the RAI? My scar looks awesome, there is no question that people don't even see it unless I remark on it. It's still just a little bit red, but nearly all of the swelling is gone. My hands have been a little puffy and stiff in the mornings, but overall they're doing OK, and my feet have been a little achey, nothing major -- I think I will be OK now that I am back on the pantothenic acid 3x/day, even with the minocycline cut down to the M-W-F regimen.

DH just stumbled downstairs to see where I was... I am a bad girl. I told him I had fallen asleep on the couch and would be up soon. I'm not sure exactly what he thinks about that but he went on up, back to sleep, without a word.

Tomorrow looms, much too close.