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I managed to get home fairly early from work, yesterday, and while my beloved was out milking, I watched/listened to some of the lectures I'd downloaded from iTunes. I also multi-tasked, in that I was doing laundry at the same time. The first lecture was about Diocletian and other Roman emperors of the time, the second was some of the foundation information that the lecturer thought was the basic reason that English has become a significant world language. Thirdly, I tried to listen to a lecture on Hannibal from Stanford University, but I found it to be poor in comparison to the others. I mean, the professor opens up bragging that he was expecting to be called upon to work on a movie on the subject; how is that relevant to teaching the material? So I dumped that one after about an hour's investment (two hour lecture...).
Once she was back, and we'd had dinner, I put on the final Netflix disc of Game of Thrones season one. I have to confirm that I put season two on the list...this was very good.
No spoilers. That to folks out there who are discussing season two as the shows turn up on HBO, since we don't and won't get the premium channels.
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home again. A fantastic trip, meeting Margaret, Andrew, Lord Squish and the corgs, hanging with Destiny and all of it.
Will do again.
Shopped, vegged out, saw the city.
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the downside is...the lung issues came roaring back, possibly the late nights, over exertion, a slight carelessness of taking some of my meds, and environmental factors, which nessesitated re-starting the prednisone and it's wreaking havok on my mouth now. Feel like I've been bunched in the gob with a hedgehog.
And I have to reschedule the dentist..AGAIN. Fuckery.
Anyway. Come home to R having gone on some kind of re-org spree and the place looks tossed, and I'm FUCK, more work and I'm sick. So I'm kind of ragey crabby because the prednisone's making me tetchy ( like HULK rAGE) and I'm trying to keep that under wraps but oh MY God. It just started today, every last human alive is bugging the shit out of me.
So I'm sore, sick, ragey and the apartment's a disaster. Yay. man.
R"s been working crazy OT. He's sleep deprived and re arranging the house.
if we both survive to friday, we're good.
Tomorrow I'll go get some popsicles and easy to eat things till the mouthparts heal. FUck, man.
( and I'm taking my fine-needle file to the sharp corner of a tooth. Can't effin cope.)
rest. drink liquids. feeling better than I was two days ago.
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Before I left for the day's work, yesterday, I finished reading the other comic book of last week, Mystery in Space #1, which was very much like reading a pulp SF magazine of the 30s or 40s, except that there was no prose, but comic strips instead. Many of the ideas used in the book were familiar; set up an SF scenario, build in a twist, and run with it. I was amused with a couple of the stories, but not all, and most of the artwork put me off. I doubt I'll follow it up, if more issues are expected.
I was busy at the office, which is always nice, and in the evening, I had two admissions to nursing homes (both somewhat complicated), so I got home moderately late. I ate some leftover this, and tasteless that, and I was happy to see my spouse's return from her quilt club. We cleared a couple things from the DVR, and then I crashed into bed.
Looks like one of my email accounts has been hacked (AOL, of course), so I'll have to work on that later today...SIGH.
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