21 April 2012

Today, it must be bunnies!

Congratulations on being the creator of a new Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: world domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: evil - it's my nature

Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first seduce a famous actor/actress. This will cause the world to give one another worried looks, alarmed by your arrival. Who is this Evil Genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a Corporate Suit?

Stage Two

Next, you must seize control of New York. This will all be done from a floating Fortress, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will tremble, as countless hordes of winged monkeys hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three

Finally, you must tauntingly wave your time machine, bringing about an End to Sanity. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare cross you. Everyone will bow before your Extraordinary Charisma, and the world will have no choice but to fall madly in love with you.


Fabulous fun from www.darksites.com/evilplan.php

18 April 2012

Today, I've got an itch to scratch

 Horoscope:

Even if novels aren't quite your cup of tea, flipping through some books on the bestseller shelf or looking through a short story collection could give you a brand new idea about how to handle a real life problem. There is a lot of inspiration in creative expressions, especially those that encapsulate one special idea and convey it in a way you have never considered before. Often, mysterious feelings can be better understood if you can see them from a more dramatic point of view.


From Wikipedia:

Celery is among a small group of foods (headed by peanuts) that appear to provoke the most severe allergic reactions; for people with celery allergy, exposure can cause potentially fatal anaphylactic shock.[17] The allergen does not appear to be destroyed at cooking temperatures. Celery root—commonly eaten as celeriac, or put into drinks—is known to contain more allergen than the stalk. Seeds contain the highest levels of allergen content. Exercise-induced anaphylaxis may be exacerbated. An allergic reaction also may be triggered by eating foods that have been processed with machines that have previously processed celery, making avoiding such foods difficult. In contrast with peanut allergy being most prevalent in the US, celery allergy is most prevalent in Central Europe.[18] In the European Union, foods that contain or may contain celery, even in trace amounts, must be clearly marked as such.

From Livestrong.com:

Along with allergies to peanuts, celery allergies affect Americans more frequently than adverse reactions to other foods. Some people only have problems with celery at certain times of the year. This type of allergic reaction is due to cross-reactivity to birch trees or wormwood plants, which share a particular cell structure with celery. Oral syndromes occur most often during birch or wormwood pollination seasons. Other patients may experience allergy symptoms from eating cooked or uncooked celery anytime. Consequences range from simple itching to life-threatening metabolic collapse.

Luckily, seems that I have the seasonal mouth itching kind, instead of the dead kind.  Realizing this made breakfast weird, though.

Thoughts:


Yesterday went pretty much to plan.  Great work day until weird (and time consumptive) tour, great dress pick up, and surprisingly great meeting.  There was some talking after it that lead to a bit of meh, but I did manage to get dinner accomplished.  Didn't get my 10000 steps in, but today will make up for it.

Odd moment:

So yesterday, I was extra surprisingly good, and did call a person to try to make a first appointment.  I called right before "business hours" started, thinking I'd leave voicemail and she'd call me back at her convenience.  She answered, I told her why I was calling, and she asked me to call her right back to leave voicemail, as she didn't actually have time to talk.  Her actual words were, "I don't know why I answered the phone, I can't possibly talk right now. Please call back and leave a message."  So I did. And I waited for a return call.  Now, I don't know about anyone else, but the idea of cold calling a therapist to ask them for their time is already a little nerve wracking.  So, going about my day, I extra didn't think about it, and had a day. Then, at 5pm, I get another call.

 "Hi, I'm looking for Toni."
"Yes, this is she. May I help you?"
"Oh ,yes, um, this is Dr. [name]. What are you looking for?"
"Um, I called to start a relationship with a therapist to discuss my anxiety and stress issues."
"Great. What's your schedule?"
"Do you mean my schedule for appointments or my timeline for completetion or-"
"When can you make appointments?"
 "Oh, I'd be available [info about my flexibility]."
 "Great, and [insurance question. Major focuses question. Primary goals question. Previous therapy experiences question.] I answer them all.
LONGEST PAUSE EVER (probably measuring all of 2 seconds).
"I've got a few clients finishing up I think, and a few returning, so I don't think I've got time for you right now. I want you to get the support that you need, so look for someone else."
"...Okay, at what point should I call you back if I don't find anyone else that is suitable?"
"Oh, um, in two weeks I should have a better idea?"
"Okay, thank you."
DIALTONE.

Seriously, weirdest moment. Like, have a better bedside (or phone) manner than that if you're a therapist. This feels like my last person, who fell asleep in our last session after her painkillers from her plastic surgery (her very very obvious plastic surgery) caused too much drowsiness. So, back to square "find people to call".

More thoughts:

Dizzy and itchy, with a side of need to be out of the office. Called out of rehearsal due to dizziness, so headed home to craft/clean/sleep off this dizzy. 

Weird day.

17 April 2012

Today, I do my best to make it all look easy... it's just another day.

Horoscope:
A meeting or informal discussion at work will reveal a real problem with how people are communicating- or rather, miscommunicating. Before mid-day, it will become all too clear that people are not using the same terms to discuss the central issue. A translator is needed- and you are the likely nominee.  Good thing you are so knowledgeable when it comes to how things should work! You can be the voice of reason in this situation. You'll be a calming influence in the room. Get ready to be the hero.

Thoughts:
Days that are set up like today are big flags in my spirit.  Got up easily, got fiancee to work on time, found out my federal rebate is already in my account, making rent and bills easy this month.  Going to be "officially" 2 hours early for work, work a light day (catching up), do a noon tour, out the door by 230 for my appointment to pick up my wedding dress and catch up with my cousin. Finances meeting, dinner, maybe clean the apartment and/or do crafts.

Seems simple, right?  Lots of little items, nothing day sucking. Busy, but doable.

Except I know that's a lie.

Noon tour will be difficult. It will run over, be frustrating, and make me question my abilities at the office.  I will also spend the day clearing up some confusion between my supervisor and a new colleague- I don't need my horoscope to tell me that, I knew it by c.o.b. yesterday. I also won't "catch up" or even accomplish my primary goals of the day at the office, and will want to stay later to accomplish "things." I'll think more than 3 times about the frustration of working my maximum number of hours and still being incapable of making ends meet, due to my current hourly being un-raisable, thanks to college policy.

But picking up my dress will be fabulous.  Unless the shoes that arrived last night really don't work with the dress, then I will overthink the entire thing, down to "maybe I should have gone with the Grace Kelly option..."  But my cousin will love it, and I'll be buoyed, and calmness will be mine.

And then I'll have to stay calm and polite through my finance meeting, where I'm likely to think mean and panicky things. But the information will be good to have, and the meeting is much needed.

Frazzled, I will attempt to make dinner, but wind up breaking down or anxiousing (a new verb) myself to pieces, and will either beg my lady to make dinner, or will eat cookies. I'll then want to take a walk, because I ate cookies and I'm trying to take 30 lbs off.  I won't take the walk, instead opting to stare around my tiny apartment getting more and more trapped in thoughts of hatred towards the tiny tiny space, which my fiancee will mistake for feelings of resentment towards her.  I'll put in a netflix dvd, fall asleep, and repeat the process with few variations tomorrow.

And yet, I can't get myself to call the therapist I want to talk to, because I'm too busy to fit in appointments.

And unless a person reads this, they have no idea that this is my normal day.

Making it all look easy since 1992.

Stuck in my head:
Next to Normal

Play list for the day:
Next to Normal, angsty 90s rock

Goals:
Actually call therapist.
Maybe do a set of crunches.
Get through one thing without anxiety or resentment.