Ugh. I did not have a fun day. Went into work in the am and left after lunch I just felt to puny, I had this odd vertigo, nausea and the chills.
I'm pretty sure it wasn't a panic attack, I've pretty much trained myself to not ever have them. Like, even if my plane was going down I am fairly certain I'd be chill, and talking to the kid on my phone (why NOT then amirite?)
Anyway I did come home and talk to my kid on the phone and like, that was super nice. I figure this only demonstrates (if anything) that I am a delicate flower who can't handle conflict, but really, I would have been fine had I not felt ILL. Still got the shivers. I better drag my .... in there tomorrow because frankly, I don't want stuff being decided without my (horrified or not) input. Etc. I really wish I felt better.
I was getting widely fluctuating readings on my Ammit tank but I knew what it was, that pesky screw. IMPLAUSIBLY (I cannot emphasize this enough) I did actually find the replacement bag, TOTALLY by chance, I mean there was nothing to identify it. So I also (fairly implausibly but my new tape method WORKS) then replaced the wrong screw with the right one. It made it the ugliest coil in the world, and I was pretty sure it would just combust. Turns out my wick job was not too bad, but I was like, "there is no way that screw placement is going to avoid leaking. But it did. All these implausible things.
Well, "Rolley Polley Jam Log" or whatever is about three times too sweet/strong. I was wondering. I mean, I know the brits and their "jam." I really do.
So, I have this utterly implausible sort of.... Jam tank that's great mostly but tastes awful.
Oh well. That can be fixed. All the other stuff is great,
Then, I rewicked my two Rose V3 tanks, and that went well, oh except that I accidentally filled it up with "The Donut King" I had better hide that mix from myself. I got most of it out, and it doesn't go HORRIBLY will French Toast, whipped Cream, Maple and Rhubarb. It doesn't go GREAT either, but there could be worse combinations.
Then, I will eat dinner YAAASY and watch "The Black List." Which I am greatly enjoying. My son told me, "That's a terrible show." I was like, "Yeah, dude, I know, I'm on season FOUR. But it's better than "How to get away with Murder."
Then we bonded over our mutual hatred of Game of Thrones people. and their NEED to tell you all about what happened in the last episode and it comes out like a Grimm's fairy tale did when you were TWO and you are like "BAD WITCH ATE WHO?" only my son informs me, (heheh) that unfortunately, the last season is like LEGENDARY as far as bad seasons go it's THE WORST.
I'm sorry Games of Thrones people I have had that happen, and it sucks. Trailer Park boys should have ended with the Great Train Escape and left it there. But yea, you also kind of deserve it for telling me so much debauchery and whatnot.
Sorry, needed to vent I guess. I wonder when my squid will get here and if food will cure my headache and twitching.
The garbage blew over (the husband put it out) and now there is trash everywhere. I'm not picking it up NOW. The wind could like, lift a small child.
I bet all you games of Thrones people are like, "Anna deserves that, she doesn't know what she MISSED." Heh. I bear you no ill will for so doing.
Anna