No rhyme or reason...

...as I am too damn tired to rhyme or be reasonable. It's been a very hectic few days at work, but the end result of all that hecticity (you like that?) was good, so it was worthwhile. But prepare for a meandering post...

It wasn't easy, but I stopped with the caffeine. That withdrawal headache didn't really subside until Tuesday. Maybe it didn't really subside, but was simply replaced in my nervous system by the pain coming from whatever the fuck I did to my knee in hula class Monday night.

Last year, I fell something like three times in a matter of weeks (stop laughing, Corrals...! I told you about these falls after they happened! you should be done by now!). And all three times, I landed solidly on my left knee. And since those falls, kneeling on that knee (get your mind out of the gutter) on a hard surface often hurts like hell. In class Monday night, I somehow managed to end up on that knee while getting up from the floor, where we'd been seated for the chanting part of the session. And when I woke up Tuesday morning, I felt like I needed a new knee. It's all tight and felt really, really weird. I can't even describe how it felt.

At least I was able to get up on my own. And I don't need a visit from Comfort Hippo. Yet.

But between that and the mild case of plantar fasciitis I seem to have developed in my right foot, I must have looked like a thousand-year-old woman, hobbling to the bathroom first thing in the morning. I was relieved that it felt more normal today, but JEEZ.

I have an urge to purge. No, not food. This is ME, we're talking about, after all...! I want to purge a lot of stuff in my apartment. I've decided I want some new furniture in my living room (although the sofabed isn't going anywhere, mainly because it can't ever leave this apartment. It was hell to get in here. It's big and weighs 10 million pounds.). And a new bed. And to clear all kinds of stuff out of here. You'd think it was spring or something. Over the weekend, I cleared a bunch of crap off my desk and my dining room table. But now I want the whole place looking like that. And I want new stuff to look at and sit on. And sleep on.

The thing is, I must curb that urge or I'll go broke. So I think I'll start small, with some new area rugs. I've been wanting one for my living room for ages, but never seem to be able to find one that I like in my price range. By the way, why the hell are rugs so expensive?? And why do I seem to pick out the most expensive rug in any given place?

Actually, I tend to pick out the most expensive thing anywhere. I can't help my good taste.

Yaay, tomorrow is Margarita Thursday! Which, I'm sure, will be followed by Hangover Friday!