Month: July 2007

Ouch, in a good way

~ Bon Steele ~ 4 Comments

R came over and worked me over last night. No, not in a Good-Fella sort of way — he’s a bodyworker, massage therapist, healer. At any rate, he did cranial-sacral and other modalities that I have NO clue what they were. Worked though.

Although I woke up sore this morning, I did NOT wake up with a headache. Which is the first time in a long, long time that that has happened. My chest feels a little congested but I think that’s just my body trying to process crap from my pancreas.

I am deeply grateful to not have to scramble for Exedrine first thing in the morning. Thank you.

I am not a morning person

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

I have one small, teeny-weeny, insy-winsy, picolo-pokalo request for the birds outside my window in the morning.

shut the fuck up.

No, seriously. I have a cat and I’m not afraid to use her. I could be on my porch before you could say “tweet!” and be hurling that cat at a hight rate of speed towards your loud-ass-at-five-thirty-in-the-goddamn-morning heads.

Flock of feathered doom outside my window: “Tweet-isn’t the not yet lit morning twitter! wooooooooonderful twEEt!?”
Me: grumbles to self, stuffs pillows over head
Flock of even louder feathered twits, maybe they called their relatives to join them, outside my window: “I SAID….TWEET, TWITTER, BURBLE!!! wake up sleepy heads!”
Me: GROWLS gets up and goes in search of a weapon
Cat: Mrr? Mrr? Mrrrmmmph!
Flock of soon to be annihilated feathery shits: “more of the same, joyful noise unto the morning O boy, O rapture!”
Me: Not enough coffee in the world to put up with you lot. FLING!
Cat: hums Superman theme Mrrrowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwooooooooooooooo!
Flock of shocked bird meats on the wing: collectively “ooooooooooooohffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!”
Me: heh heh heh

morning precis

~ Bon Steele ~ 5 Comments

The script I wrote and fired off before I left Tuesday evening is still running this morning. My telecommunication systems are apparently failing left and right! Which means my bug count is going to be astronomical for the day. *glee*
I love it when a plan comes together.

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I was *so* not ready to wake up this morning. The alarm radio went off and people started jabbering in my ear. I briefly thought about ignoring it and staying in bed. But the state of my bank account prompted me to get my lazy ass up and out of bed. Rent due, car payment due, bills due. Oh, and by the way, you now have medical bills. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. So, I rolled (literally, my matress is on the floor) off the bed and pushed myself up.

And now, I present to you the physical comedy that is my morning routine:

alarm triggers — (“….paint that car for nine-…”)
Bwuh?
*presses Snooze* (blessed silence again)
MURFLE,snugglesnuggle under covers
snoozesnoozesnooze
secondary alarm (buzzer) goes off (AOOOGA! AOOOGA! AOOO-)
*WHAPPITY*
sigh
breathe reaches nose….ARGH!
streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch…roll…thud
cat skitters away (“blat!!”)
Stagger, stagger….Ah! Bathroom…gah! LIGHT!
Turns to run from light, ARGH! Doorframe! (thud!)
Bounce off doorframe, trip over cat (“BLAT!!”), am now sitting on the floor
Bwuh?
sigh
stagger, stagger turn on shower to warm up
waitwaitwait step into shower
AUGH! hothothotadjusthotsadjust FUCK! coldcoldcold adjustadjust!
Ahhhh….clean clean scrub clean mmmm brushy teeth ahhh….

After the shower, I am more or less awake enough to deal with putting on the coffee and moving about the apartment without injuring myself or the cat.