To Do:

My ToDo list for the weekend, in no particular order:

– Finish taking pictures of jewelry.
– Post more jewelry on Etsy 
– Read up on what I missed during the week in Etsy groups.
– Post more jewelry on Deviant Art
– Work more on my story outline.
– Finish paying bills
– Clean out Hamham cages
– Cook dinner
– Run a dungeon in WoW

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I had an episode yesterday, raced out of work early to hit the doc’s.  My hands started feeling really weird, like tingily, but not, numb, but not… slow.  I could watch myself clench and release my fists and see that it was happening like normal, but for me, time was slowed, and they moved so slowly.  My arms were dead weight and it was all I could do to lift them and grab the next bit of paperwork.  I thought it was mind related problem so called my therapist, and she asked me if I was anxious or anything, and I wasn’t, so I went to my doc.

She says it’s an aura to a migraine (?) in other words, I was feeling wonky things because I have a migraine coming on.  I don’t know if I agree with that, but I can say that I do have a slight headache. O.o I’ve had it since this happened.

Bob doesn’t seem to know what to do with all the extra room in his new aquarium.  It’s three times the size of the last one, and it has a light and a bubble thingie.  He doesn’t like the bubbles, I don’t think, so I turned them off for today, at least while I’m at work.  He seems happier.  He’s all swimming around and the like.

I can almost taste the tension mounting between Court and Bonnie, and I’m already tensing up because of it.  She’s coming to visit end of this month and I think all it’ll take is a single wrong word for the tension to break and for it to turn ugly.  Thankfully, Bon and I are going to be in Seattle for a few days.  I feel like such a heel because she’s going to be paying for a lot of the big stuff, but that’s mainly because I’m flat broke.  And I won’t be unbroke for a few months. ::sigh:: 

Swim Bob, swim.

A sample conversation with Guppy…

Guppy: I’m smarter than the average bear.
Me: Which isn’t saying much, since Yogi was smarter than the average bear too, and he was damn stupid.
Guppy: That’s from all the meth.
Me: I  never knew Yogi did meth.
Guppy: Yup.  That’s why he hung out with BooBoo.

That was right before he told one of the deli workers I was taking him upstairs for some "OT."