urbandruid

Okay, I'm at skip=80 on my flist, and I've been skimming, so if you posted something you want me to read, let me know here?

Sorry I've been so scarce lately, but school and life have been- well, not kicking my ass exactly, but keeping me pretty damn busy. I have a small ton of homework and I'mt rying to do too much around the house. This place is a complete disaster. I really meant to do more last week, which was spring break, but I ended up spending half of last week sleeping, or dealing with migraines and wishing I could sleep. I endd up with one sample of the good drug the doc gave me left, and one of the "OMG this is fucking with all the veins in my head ew make it stop" drugs, which I really didn't want to take. And rather than taking my last of the good drug, I dug into the stash of painkillers left over from the kidney stones of doom. And if you're wondering why I didn't just call the doc's office and ask for a script, since the samples worked, I did, but my NP was on vacation last week and the office was swamped. So I got them to cough up some more samples, and called back yesterday about the script.

Dashed over to the doc's office (yay, more samples!) to pick up the script, then ran the script over to the pharmacy we like to use. Who didn't have the drug in stock, and had to order it. I was thinking, great, this'll take forever, but when I asked, they said they should have it by tomorrow (which is now today.) Thinking about it in the car later I realized why- because the pharmacy's associated with the major local hospital group, and 'ordering' probably involves their pharmacist calling the pharmacy at the Big House downtown, as Mom calls the major hospital, and saying, "Hey, can you send us some of x drug? Thanks."

Anyway, I called the pharmacy this morning after I got out of class, and the script is ready. Now to dash across town and get it. The logistics of having one car and one driver in the house- Mom has to dash home from work, I have to jump in the car, and then we race over to the pharmacy. She's off at 4:00 and they close at 5:30, so I think we'll be okay, but we made the same mad dash yesterday, after I'd already been sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for the doctor's office to call me back.

I fully expect that when this week is over and my stress level goes down, I'll relax my way into a migraine. That's what happened the weekend before last.

This whole week I feel like I've been going nuts, like I hit the ground running when I got out of bed on Monday morning, and I pretty much haven't stopped since. Too much to do, as usual, and the house is a wreck, like I said, which just contributes to the general feeling of chaos around here. Hence the trying to pick up stuff thing.

Which runs into the "we have too much stuff" thing, and the "we don't have enough places to put all this stuff" thing, and the "we bought new really cheap bookcases at Big Lots but haven't had time to finish putting them together" thing.

I'm telling you, the fun just never stops around here.

In the interest of 1.) cleaning out stuff and 2.) making money, I'm slowly going through all of my action figures, toys, and various other collectibles, and listing the stuff I think will sell on eBay. It's been kind of a pain, and their new fees suck, but so far I seem to be making more of a profit off my stuff than eBay is, so... It'll do for clearing at this stuff.

Stuff on eBay - gratuitous link there for ya. If I thought I had anything you guys would want, I'd have talked to you about it before listing, but check 'em out if you want. Couple of Star Wars figures, the figures from the first Tomb Raider movie that don't look near as much like Angelina Jolie as the ones from Cradle of Life, a doll outfit, and Steve the Wraith. (

g_shadowslayer, if you need a Steve let me know, I can easily get ahold of another for you.) Also listed a bunch of Buffy crap for sale on the BTVSfigs board, because I was too lazy to put it all on eBay. Most of it's gone or going, except for the crap. I'm sort of over the Buffy thing- they made some good stuff, but I finally tracked down the last things I've really been wanting. (Still pissed at DST for cancelling the Oz/Dru wave- Dru was fabulious, looked exactly like Juliet Landau, and in that pretty white dress too. Plus, can we say Dru head + OotP Hermione figure body + some House color changes = NA Slytherin Pansy? I think we can...)

Of course, being me, I'm also buying a hell of a lot of crap on eBay. I keep promising myself I won't buy aything else, then finding stuff that's way too good to pass up, that I hardly ever see for sale anywhere. I'm trying to at least break even on stuff coming in vs. stuff going out, and if you don't count the Harry Potter trading cards (I don't, because they're small enough to fit in a nice little tin on my dresser instead of taking up half a box in my closet, hah!) I'm doing pretty well.

I really like this whole spring cleaning thing. Actually I like the part where I can get rid of stuff I don't want (so much of it in the "oy, why did I buy this?" category) and get money for it. The part where I have to figure out the gordian knot that is the US Postal Service mailing rates is a lot less fun. I think I need to see if my uncle the software engineer/math guru can write me some kind of program to decode the rate schedule. Seriously, I think the USPS is the next ENIGMA.

And now for something completely different... Spanish class, and the fun I'm not having at school.

Okay. I like my class, as a class- not the people in it so much, but the prof's okay, the material isn't too incomprehensible, and attendance, participation, and homework count for more of our final grades than the exams, so it doesn't matter what I can't spell right or conjugate appropriatly. I have an A. Keeping it isn't too hard.

But. I swear to Gods some days I want to chuck all of my classmates out the fucking window. Case in point. I'm sitting in the hall before class this morning reading the New York Times, which they hand out for free in the library- and a couple of them ask me, "We didn't have class on Monday, did we?"

Cue me facepalming into my paper. "Yep. Oh yeah, and we had homework."

Actually, I kind of forgot to mention the homework until the class before us had left, and I'd seen our prof out in the hall, because I'm evil like that. Morons.

We have a syllabus. Included in that syllabus is a schedule for every day we have class, that says what we're doing. It also says when we don't have class. And I really thought that everybody knew spring break only runs for a week in college, no matter how much longer the public school kids get off for.

Argh. Just...argh.

And now, off to the pharmacy! whee...