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Aug. 21st, 2025 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hafniaA handful of things in lieu of a proper entry —
1).shadaras came out to visit. This should probably be its own coherent "here is what we did and how it went" post at some point in time, but considering how meh I am at posting in general, well. You get a tiny update about it.
Pros: IT WAS GREAT. 11/10 would host again, got to hang out in person and do all kinds of Ridiculous Nonsense, turns out that at least one of the cats adores them, friendship absolutely translated outside of the internet, ended up spending a ton of time just talking about Nothing Of Import and being ridiculous.
Cons: THEY LIVE ON THE OPPOSITE COAST AND SO I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN WE WILL MANAGE TO MEET UP AGAIN, AND THAT'S FUCKING PAINFUL.
(Genuinely: really excellent time, got to take them to see one of our other mutual internet friends who lives in Eugene, went to the beach &etc, there was a truly embarrassing amount of crying at the airport this morning, this is fine.)
2). Migraine last night verging into today. Was sort of — I fell asleep on the sofa while rereading A Deadly Education, woke up and just immediately started shivering and crying with no idea as to why. Like, absolutely despondent, weeping like a little kid who just dropped their ice cream, "what is emotional regulation? I DON'T KNOW" crying. Eventually stopped, stood up to get myself a glass of water, and it was like — oh, fuck, I am in a tremendous amount of pain.
Tried to ride it out (ibuprofen, no lights); finally caved and ended up taking half an edible at like 8:30pm because there was otherwise no way I was going to be functional enough to do anything. Worked; didn't actually get high (still something that's weird to me — that occasionally THC fixes the migraine symptoms but doesn't get me high...), managed to get myself to bed and get a reasonable amount of sleep.
Great times. Heat wave, apparently, it's supposed to hit 98F tomorrow. Max let me know over supper last night that we're potentially under a red flag warning this weekend (extremely dry, extremely hot, extremely windy; bad for fires). This may explain why all of my joints in my right hand are also on fire. (Typing is...an interesting exercise at this moment in time.) Being a human barometer is great? except, ah, no.
(Was supposed to work today, but. Called in because between the airport dropoff this morning and the migraine it was like, "I am not sure I am going to be a person the rest of this week". Was the right call, I think.)
3). Finally finalized plans for next weekend vis a vis: seeing Colin Meloy in Astoria. We picked up tickets ages and ages ago — like, literally, back in March I think? — but because this summer has been A LOT, I didn't get anything booked (and I'm usually the one that remembers to do it).
The long and short of it is that we're staying in a weird motel up in Washington that is more or less right on the beach. Cape Disappointment, here we come? Getting a suite for the three of us ($300) was less expensive than trying to get two hotel rooms ($249/room).
So! Manda has already texted me asking if I'm cool with dropping back through Tillamook on the way back the next day — "if we leave early enough, can we go to de Garde and the cheese factory", and I'm like, "...yes? We'll literally drive through Tillamook if we want to, no reason not to?"
(She's trying to be conscientious because I'm her ride up to Astoria, but also: it's my favorite brewery, like I'm going to say no. I'm like "whatever" about the cheese factory, but de Garde is fucking phenomenal if you like wild-fermented beer, and I do, so.)
I think that's most of it? Probably? For the moment, anyway — there's more, but most of it's like, "ah fuck I need to sit and think about Feelings and Stuff" and, like, I'm an adult and I can gaze at my own navel in the privacy of my home office, thank you.
(I really need to figure out where the hell my paper journal went to when Max cleaned up everything downstairs — it was on the table, and I know he wouldn't have read it or thrown it away, but where did it get to?)
1).
shadaras came out to visit. This should probably be its own coherent "here is what we did and how it went" post at some point in time, but considering how meh I am at posting in general, well. You get a tiny update about it. Pros: IT WAS GREAT. 11/10 would host again, got to hang out in person and do all kinds of Ridiculous Nonsense, turns out that at least one of the cats adores them, friendship absolutely translated outside of the internet, ended up spending a ton of time just talking about Nothing Of Import and being ridiculous.
Cons: THEY LIVE ON THE OPPOSITE COAST AND SO I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN WE WILL MANAGE TO MEET UP AGAIN, AND THAT'S FUCKING PAINFUL.
(Genuinely: really excellent time, got to take them to see one of our other mutual internet friends who lives in Eugene, went to the beach &etc, there was a truly embarrassing amount of crying at the airport this morning, this is fine.)
2). Migraine last night verging into today. Was sort of — I fell asleep on the sofa while rereading A Deadly Education, woke up and just immediately started shivering and crying with no idea as to why. Like, absolutely despondent, weeping like a little kid who just dropped their ice cream, "what is emotional regulation? I DON'T KNOW" crying. Eventually stopped, stood up to get myself a glass of water, and it was like — oh, fuck, I am in a tremendous amount of pain.
Tried to ride it out (ibuprofen, no lights); finally caved and ended up taking half an edible at like 8:30pm because there was otherwise no way I was going to be functional enough to do anything. Worked; didn't actually get high (still something that's weird to me — that occasionally THC fixes the migraine symptoms but doesn't get me high...), managed to get myself to bed and get a reasonable amount of sleep.
Great times. Heat wave, apparently, it's supposed to hit 98F tomorrow. Max let me know over supper last night that we're potentially under a red flag warning this weekend (extremely dry, extremely hot, extremely windy; bad for fires). This may explain why all of my joints in my right hand are also on fire. (Typing is...an interesting exercise at this moment in time.) Being a human barometer is great? except, ah, no.
(Was supposed to work today, but. Called in because between the airport dropoff this morning and the migraine it was like, "I am not sure I am going to be a person the rest of this week". Was the right call, I think.)
3). Finally finalized plans for next weekend vis a vis: seeing Colin Meloy in Astoria. We picked up tickets ages and ages ago — like, literally, back in March I think? — but because this summer has been A LOT, I didn't get anything booked (and I'm usually the one that remembers to do it).
The long and short of it is that we're staying in a weird motel up in Washington that is more or less right on the beach. Cape Disappointment, here we come? Getting a suite for the three of us ($300) was less expensive than trying to get two hotel rooms ($249/room).
So! Manda has already texted me asking if I'm cool with dropping back through Tillamook on the way back the next day — "if we leave early enough, can we go to de Garde and the cheese factory", and I'm like, "...yes? We'll literally drive through Tillamook if we want to, no reason not to?"
(She's trying to be conscientious because I'm her ride up to Astoria, but also: it's my favorite brewery, like I'm going to say no. I'm like "whatever" about the cheese factory, but de Garde is fucking phenomenal if you like wild-fermented beer, and I do, so.)
I think that's most of it? Probably? For the moment, anyway — there's more, but most of it's like, "ah fuck I need to sit and think about Feelings and Stuff" and, like, I'm an adult and I can gaze at my own navel in the privacy of my home office, thank you.
(I really need to figure out where the hell my paper journal went to when Max cleaned up everything downstairs — it was on the table, and I know he wouldn't have read it or thrown it away, but where did it get to?)
