Happy Half Birthday

Today was my half-birthday and boy did I ever celebrate. I made blueberry muffins and drank coffee and cleaned my kitchen and had a shower and saw Jess and ate potatoes and watched Arrested Development and Pride and Prejudice and drank daquiris. Phew. Wow. What a jam packed day. I kind of wish that I had jam. I like jam but almost never eat it. I will be 28 in 6 months. One of my favorite things to do is say things to Heidi like "Wow. You're on your way to 29 and I'm only 27". I can still do that now. If I could go back in time, I would have said it more. I only have six months left...

I have neglected to mention that I have a working computer once more. It's nice to know that I can turn it on and it will stay on. (Note: I giggled after the first "on" in the previous sentence. I think that I need to start leaving my house more). 

I have been alone a lot the last few days. Partly because I am afraid of public transit and my car (motion sickness has reared its UGLY head once more). Partly because I needed a prolonged break. I am looking forward to leaving my house tomorrow morning to see my people and I feel ready to go back to work. I have a bad habit of not wanting to waste my holiday time when I feel burned. I keep on trying to save up it all up for something good when I'm feeling well. But, hello! I will never feel well if I don't take some time for myself when I'm unwell. It's so simple.

I have spent much of the day reading about housing co-operatives. I just don't know what the right organization system is for the future community that will make all my dreams come true. My parents have satellite television and I watched a lot of home improvement shows. I really hate painting but I really wish I had to paint my home. Mmmm.... I am often glad that I as a child I didn't imagine my adult life. I didn't have any ideas of marriage or a wedding or career or children or hairstyle. I may have imagined my ideal jewelry box and I think I have that covered. It's a bit embarrassing but I have accessorized the same way for the past 20 years. If it's big, if it's plastic I will wear it. 

I'm trying to write less about my health, but as there is nothing else happening in my life (no recent punches to the face) I just find myself not writing. So, I'll write about my health. I have never been diagnosed with Celiacs and so have assumed that I just have a sensitivity to gluten. But, this assumption has recently been shaken. I am not too keen on eating ridiculous amounts of bread for a few months and then get my villi checked, but I have a better plan. I am going to wait it out until I do the desensitization reprogramming stuff and then get retested for gluten and then if I still react I will assume that I am the C-word (not that C-word, Dirty). 

Eye update: they still suck, but are better than before. I had a stye and I it seemed to have left, but now it's back. 

**Note on Pride and Prejudice they are at the ball and Mr. Darcy just asked Elizabeth to dance.  Yes.**

A Letter From the Editor

Dear Friends,
I met a girl hound today that gave me the inspiration to get down to business and post. So, here goes: I met a girl hound today that I had heard of through Sarah and Heidi. It was really funny. The thing about the girl hound is that you just have to be a girl to get noticed. I look really really bad today. But I have a ponytail and small feet and sometimes that is all the girl hound is looking for. It made me giggle. The reason I ran into the hound was that he works at the place where one of my favorite guys in the world is staying. So I got a hug from a clean-ish smelling favorite guy AND I now understand the references to this particular hound. (Just to clarify this girl hound is the very best version of this type of offender. He doesn’t do the head to toe scan. He just goes: hey. There’s a girl. I should talk to her for longer than is necessary. He’s not super creepy. Just potentially annoying, usually awkward, and always silly).
I am so relieved that this week is almost over. I have been trying to sleep more and as a result I am less tired and less grumpy and more alert. Very very nice. I met a doctor yesterday who I think I will now call “my doctor”. She was perfect. She is middle aged and has kinda crazy hair and a pink stethoscope. She was efficient with her time but still thorough. She actually asked about my family history. AND she treated my warts (they look very very disgusting today. When I saw Heidi, she drained my blisters for me). She let me finish my sentences. I really really like her. And I’ve been washing my eyes with baby shampoo and they have been clearing up very well and she told met that it sounds like “Blepharitis”. I didn’t say “I know” but I should have. So, it turns out that I don’t have eczema on my eyelids. They finally feel better. They’re not great yet but I’ve stopped crying about them. Yah!
I have been thinking about what I want to change about my life – resolutions for a new year. This is what I have decided. I want to go to less rock shows (specifically less rock shows at shitty venues). I want to watch more movies. I want to clean up my language a bit. (It has gone downhill quickly this past year). I want to see my friends more. I want to be more aware of where my money goes. I want to start working on a down payment for my part of the community housing. I want to eat more chocolate. I want to dance more. I want to dance constantly.
So that is it for now. My computer is dead which has really affected my blogging ability. Hopefully my computer situation will be resolved soon. Then I will post 3-4 times a day. Every day. I know. I can hardly wait.
Peace and Love,
ANGIE JEAN