Quick update

On Monday I turned 34, which felt pretty much exactly like 33. Spent the day running errands, with my time at home either playing with fractals on my computer or collapsed in bed.

Tuesday I went to the doctor, then ran errands.

Wednesday I ran errands.

Today I should be running errands, but I can't. I'm wiped. And there will be consequences for not doing what I'm supposed to be doing, and I don't know if I'll ever have the energy to deal with those consequences.
( whine )

I Don't Believe in Oracles

For the heck of it, I did the single-card reading on the online Froud's Faeries Oracle. So which card did I get? Gloominous Doom! Bwahaha! Yes, this amuses me greatly.

Gloominous Doom

Self-defeat. Self-pity. Self-destruction. Taking care of ourselves.

Starter Reading: It is time to face the fact that our attitudes and beliefs about ourselves are our own. We may have learned them from others, but the others are not responsible for them in the here and now. We are. If we choose self-pity and pessimism, we make a choice that makes our lives worse. When this card appears in a reading it indicates that this is a time that is especially important--a time when there is some sort of a crunch in the situation that offers someone the opportunity to notice and change such self-destructive habits. If it is yourself, you know what you need to do. If it is someone else, you may wish to consider how you might support them in this opportunity for change. Can you make sure to give positive feedback at every appropriate opportunity? Can you refrain from nagging, scolding, or complaining at them when they get it wrong? These things help.

Yeah, yeah, okay. Sometimes a random draw does give you something relevant, doesn't it? But it's so easy to say "I'm going to be better at taking care of myself now," and it's so, so hard to do.

Gah. Try to get some sleep tonight, try to get prescriptions filled tomorrow--and oh, yeah, set up a webmail account where my relatives can reach me. After doing my resting and weeping today, that shouldn't be too much for me to do tomorrow, should it? I've got enough spare change to take the bus if I'm still too tired to walk to the store.

On the good side of things: The weather hasn't been wet lately. As much as I love rain, constant grey does get on the nerves after a while. And a teller from my bank called to tell me my bank account now has $20 more than I thought it did. And somebody else's Launchcast station just played Kate Bush's "The Man with the Child in His Eyes" for me, though that was followed by a boring UB40 song I had to skip.

[Edit: Also, I have achieved chocolate goo. I was originally planning to make brownies, but nobody could find the brownie pan and the glass bowl I ended up baking the batter in didn't quite work out. Still, chocolate bread pudding works for me too.]

::sigh:: Here's hoping I can get my hope back.