Just another Monday...

Made much better by the advent of bleeding and "welcome back" loving. So to speak. Am I making sense?

Anyhew.

Saturday returned my body's natural functions to me. Hooray! Week.five late, yeah, that's about right. Bloody body. This is why I went on birth control in the first place. Regulation of a wonky cycle. At least it didn't knock me on my bum with severe nausea. Just noticably decreased appetite. I intend to make up for that.

We also went to see Van Helsing. Good. Hugh Jackman as dark anti-hero...*drool* Kate Blankewhatever as HOT gypsy chick...*drool* Yummy. Interesting take on Dracula. Much more "classic", but with the now-traditional disintigration. Very enjoyable.

Sunday I got to sleep in late. Mmmmm. Wolf made pancakes for everyone, we got all our shopping done and I finished up the laundry. Still need to do sheets, will wash those tonight. And bug Wolf into vacuuming before his company arrives. The carpets are getting rather nasty.

My recently promoted supervisor is bringing clothes tomorrow for me. Awww. Yes, even now, I garb myself in hand-me-downs. *shrug* We don't have the money for new stuff yet. I will be getting a new pair of shoes or two this summer. My one pair of sneakers are getting horribly worn. If those Keds canvas loafers that tie are still available, I'll get a few. They were usually fairly cheap.

Gotta call Add Staff, have them start looking for a new post. Sucks. I like it here, but I would NOT want to advance. I have no patience for rude, stupid or non-listening people. Hopefully they'll be able to find me something quickly. Don't want to go back on unemployment.

Well, time to hit the paperwork.

Hello darkness, my old friend...

*wraps herself in black velvet cloak with hood*

Ahhh. Depression. My erstwhile companion. Welcome back.

*pulls hood over head*

One cannot appreciate the joy and light in life without exploring the sorrow and dark. So, with cheerful fatalism, I'm going to enjoy myself here in my personal darkness. Embrace the pain, the sorrow. Not pregnant. Contract work over in less then two months. Wolf getting high in the roomie's lounge more often then I'm comfortable with. Need to speak to him about that. Dreams of losing Wolf to alien powers and struggling to get to a safe place with an infant kiddo. Lots of bathrooms in that dream. I wonder what it meant. Lack of appetite. Lack of money.

Why, no. I don't want to be cheered up. Thank you anyway. Sometimes I prefer to linger in my blacks. Of course, if anyone wants to get to know the dark side of Queenie, feel free to say something. *feral grin*

First Dance will continue when I'm in a more romantic mood. Should be soon, anniversary in a fortnight.

*settles down and conjures a fire*

Since I'm in this mood...

( Quiz 3 )

I hope you're all taking notes because there will be a short quiz next period.