Dreaming of...Monday?

[breoaigit]

Right now? Heck yeah. Yesterday was utterly fantastic. Frankly, the weekend was pretty good too. Still, I got Dean to the train station early yesterday and realized I was too tired to move, and my stomach was a little wonky. I had coverage at work, and knew for the first time in -ages-, if I called out, no one would be inconvenienced! Yaaay! So mental health day for Lisa! And man, was it ever glorious, too. I slept off and on until nearly 1pm, which tells me that I needed the sleep for some reason. The fact that I was having Earth 2 type dreams complete with an E2 Clancy Brown didn't hurt even remotely, either. I finally dragged myself out of dreamland about 12:30 though, got up and flipped on the computer, made myself tea and cinnamon cream of wheat and a couple toaster waffles with strawberry preserves, and sat down to just futz, read fanfic, and finish setting up the midterm for my Monday night class. I did go to class too, I was a good girl there, at least. After class, I hit the pharmacy, only to be pleasantly surprised that my insurance is again covering Dean's prescriptions, and his inhaler was cheap again! Yay!

And then I saw it. Of all things, in the grocery store, they had a small display rack of full length leather trench coats for $40. Pretty, soft, black leather trench coats. Granted, it's mosaic patterned patches, but still veryvery nice! They seemed to be pretty undersized, as an XXL isn't too long on me in length, only in the sleeves. Heck, I'm 5'2", -everything- is too long in the sleeves. Anyhow, I poinged home with my prizes of insurance covered inhaler, leather coat, and frozen pizza, cooked said pizza, and sat down to yet more fanfic and futzing.


I got a new bra on Sunday, thinking, hey, let's try a new size just for kicks. I tried on a few in the store, realized I'd gone up a size, and probably had years ago. So today I wear this new size, with underwire, and I feel like I'm, uh...well, remember the old South Park phrase "present them"? Yeah. Anyhow, it's bizarre. I've realized I've basically been strapping myself down for the last several years. I'm not sure how to get used to wearing a bra that supports rather than smooshes. I think I may stay with the size and skip the underwire since it's digging into my ribs when I sit down, which may well be more this individual bra than the idea of underwire itself. Next stop: a Playtex 18 hour in the right size...or Victoria's Secret. Maybe I'll hit the latter, and see if Dean notices. ;)


Today, I'm back at work, which thrills me to no end. No, really. The job that will never end, because they'll never let me fricking leave. I'm going back to Monday. ;)

Comments

[moobabe.livejournal.com]

Personally, I think that underwires are the work of the devil. I have yet to find an underwire bra that doesn't dig in somewhere. Nasty stuff. But, um, yay going up a size? Dean will be happy? ;) Glad you had a good Monday, too, even if it started out with not feeling so well. And hopefully the jobfoo evil will resolve itself soon.

[ebiannah.livejournal.com]

**music** This is the job that never ends....**cut music**

I think your current job is having separation anxiety problems. I hope they work everything out soon.

Yay on cheap inhalers and long leather coats and dreams of Clancy Brown E2-style.